The Writers' Circle

Special warning: This is my first attempt at eroticism.  Reading some of the articles from Grampa and Stargazer has tickled my fancy and raised the question: Can I write erotically (ha!)  Can I do it with my limited anatomical varnacular?  Would people get aroused or would they cringe instead?

[Feng-Shui]: Chinese "wind/water".  The practice of sorcery and witchcraft among superstitious Chinese.

[Sifu]: Chinese master or expert in a particular field.

Chapter 1: The Short Black Dress

I was in awe the moment I laid eyes on her.  Unlike most of my clients, she was young and beautiful.  Standing at a lanky five-foot-six, slim but busty and with skin of smooth porcelain, she was the dream of all men.  She posed for fashion magazines but business was hit hard by the economy.  It had been months since her last assignment.  She heard about how feng-shui could enhance one's fortune and was eager to give it a try.  She was looking for a feng-shui sifu to perform the magic and bring the oomph back to her modeling career.  A client of mine, Jenny, referred her to me. 

So there she was, sitting next to me on the sofa in my living room (my "reception area").  Her short black dress revealed the full length of her long legs that were crossed, pointing at me from an angle.  She was not wearing any stockings.  It will be a crime to cover up such perfect, creamy skin tone!  I could feel the silky smoothness under my fingers without even touching it. 

"Ma sifu, so can you really bring me luck and boost my career?"  She asked, leaning a fraction of an inch towards me, her bosom competing for my attention.  

I reluctantly shifted my gaze from the thighs to the generous breasts, past the glossy strawberry lips, onto the watery, doe eyes.

"Miss Lee, my magic is powerful.  If you follow all my instructions, I am sure you'll have more work than you can handle.  They will be begging you to appear in their magazines.  You will be the talk of the town.  I can guarantee it."  

"Well, Jenny said your feng-shui sessions really helped her a lot, but she refused to tell me how it worked and." She sounded skeptical.

"I'm glad Jenny didn't tell you about her sessions, Julie.  May I call you Julie?"  She nodded.  "My magic is tailor-made for each client," I continued.  "First, I must collect all your vital information.   Then I will consult the Book of Heavens and design the sessions for you."

"The Book of Heavens?"

"It's an ancient sacred text kept in my family clan through many generations.  I derive all my magic from this book."

"I see, how long will it take for you to design the sessions for me?"

"I will study your case intensively for a few days.  Then we will meet again and I will explain to you the sessions and the fees."

"What if I don't want to go ahead with the sessions?"

"Then you owe me nothing except for the consultations."

"OK.  That sounded fair enough."

I spent the next few minutes taking down her birthday, hour of birth, health information, sexual history and other personal details.  She was wary of disclosing her sexual history, so I told her I needed that to design her feng-shui sessions.  She reluctantly complied.  She was practically a virgin!  Oh sweet heaven!

She paid the consultation fee of $1000 and left.  I spent the rest of the day picturing and savoring all the wonderful moments that I will have with beautiful, sexy Julie, my new sex slave for the next 3-4 months.  

My last client, Jenny, was an insurance agent.  She came to me because she had not been able to sell any policy for months.  She was desperate and would try anything.   She was in her forties and not particularly pretty, but a few in-depth sessions with me had turned her into an expert in fellatio.  Words had gotten around town.  Men would flock to her to buy insurance whether they needed it or not and she quickly became a top agent and the envy of her colleagues.  Imagine what I can do for someone like Julie...