Are We Going To Do That?!: My Secret Hobby, #5

By Hanzel Stone

When Mark first gave Crystal her test drive and introduced her to the Hobby she was a novice at the whole pay-to-play Community.  Now after only a few weeks she's one of the most popular escorts around.  Despite her popularity and promiscuity she's still Mark's ATF and tonight he's booked her again, but she doesn't realize that there's something he hasn't done to her yet that they're going to do tonight.

Even though Mark is twice Crystal's age he's the only man she's every felt totally comfortable with in bed, so when he asks her to push her inhibitions to the final level she's OK with anything that he wants to do with her - and to her!  Afterward she can't believe she's waited this long to explore the final frontier.

Emboldened by her new-found experience and feeling a little feisty, when Mark's neighbor Sarah comes to the door (the same Sarah that was completely, publicly uninhibited in Something Special) Crystal decides to play with Mark by seducing Sarah, only to discover that she knows more about her than she realizes.

Here's an (edited) excerpt from the book:

Sometimes when I see him, before we go BCD (sorry, ‘behind closed doors’) he has me do a slow striptease for him.  Other times he will slowly undress me, fondling me.  Once he started in the living room, and thankfully he’d already taken my top off because he caught me off guard, if you know what I mean?  And once, he must have been especially anxious for me that night, because right after the front door closed he took me to the sofa, and when he was finished it was only then that he offered me something to drink.

The point is, every time I see him it’s just a little different, but I am there for him, to do with me as he pleases.  Tonight he says we are going to do something we haven’t done before, and I am anxious to discover just what that might be.

He toys with me ever so gently.  “Why don’t you go into he bedroom and get comfortable?” he says.  “Sounds good to me,” I smile and walk into his by-now-oh-so-familiar bedroom to take off my clothes.

When Mark comes into the bedroom I am on display at the foot of the bed, offering myself to him.

“Very nice, Crystal,” he says, stroking my hair and I can feel his appreciation as his eyes pass over every inch of me.  He is still fully clothed and I watch him from my pose as he moves around the bedroom lighting the candles.  He pauses as he passes me to take me in his hand, enjoying my warmth.  He walks behind me and pats my behind, allowing his hand to linger on me, then spanks me, not too hard, just hard enough to leave a lovely pinkish mark.  

Involuntarily I let out a grunt and bit my lower lip.  “Too hard?” he inquires.

“No.  Actually I kind of like it.”  I feel my self starting to get excited.

“Oh you do, do you?”  He pats my other side as if taking aim, rests his hand and lifts it . . . but doesn’t smack me again.  Instead he gently lowers his hand on me, rubbing me.  I love the way this guy taunts me.

He lights the candles on the other side of the bed and dims the lamps so that flickering shadows and delicate blond light saturate the bedroom.  Behind me I hear the sounds of him undressing, then he is in front of me . . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hanzel Stone
• Release date: Jul 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513019642

Hanzel Stone

Hanzel Stone is a 30-something bisexual erotica author currently residing in South America with her boy friend and their very friendly black Labrador Retriever.  She is an avid traveler and seeker of new adventures, and has been through most of North and South America, Europe, Southeast Asia and Australia. Her writing draws in part on her personal life experiences, combined with an equal mixture of fiction and fantasy, and spiced with just the right amount of salacious nastiness! Readers will find an up-to-date list of her books at http://HanzelStone.com

Book preview

Are We Going To Do That?

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I pull into the parking spot that Mark always has ready for me and be-bop over to the front door of his apartment, as I have so many times before in the last three weeks, punctual as always, just the way he likes, knock three times and after a moment, just like magic, the door opens. 

I stand with my hands behind my back, in part so he can admire my body and in part so that he can see I’ve dressed just the way he asked me too - casually, like a friend coming over for dinner, so that the neighbors can’t figure out the real reason why I’m there.

Hey Crystal, you look gorgeous.  Come in.  He smiles, waving me inside, and I know that so far I have pleased him.  He’s dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt, barefoot, freshly shaved with only the tiniest hint of cologne just for me.

Thanks for having me over again, Mark, I say, standing on my tippy toes to give him a peck on the cheek.  I kick off my shoes as I usually do and walk inside his apartment, setting my bag on the table next to the door.  As always there’s some smooth jazz playing in the background and the lighting is just right.

Even though he’s paying me to come over and keep him company for a few hours, and yes, to have sex with him, in some ways it feels so much more than just some kind of pay-to-play professional arrangement.  Before I got into the Hobby I’d only been with a couple of guys in my ‘real life’, guys who basically treated me like shit, and now I’ve been with a lot more than that, guys that really, really treat me well, but with Mark it’s the best.  He makes me feel so comfortable and not self-conscious at all, and I really, really trust the guy.  I’m half his age and, yes, he’s old enough to be my father, but that doesn’t bother me at all and I’ve learned a lot from him so far.

What are those? I ask as I pass the dining room table, then catch myself, ‘Duh Crystal, like you don’t know!’ 

These are for you, for tonight.  Would you like to see them?

Of course I’d like to see them, I think to myself, as he puts his hand behind the small of my back to lead me closer to my new toys. 

Last night when you and Anika wore those pony tails for me and Muffin for the little game that we played, it dawned on me that there was something that I haven’t done to you.  Yet.

Oh really? I look up at him, raise an eyebrow and smile, with a curious glow in my eyes.  And yes Mark, I