A new series begins...

Yes, yes, I know I've been quiet. I have no excuses for you only that I'm back with a new series in the works. To compliment my New York and Washington series is a new tale of sex, money and adventure with my Savannah series. Savannah, Georgia native Gwen is featured in this one along with a fine list of men and women who find her more than appealing. The following is just the beginning. Enjoy!

-DLG xoxo

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The last thing Gwen ever thought she would do is exchange money for sex. Yet, as she looked across the table at her husband, she never felt so alive and her secret bank account was growing by the day.

Gwen had gotten married at an early age. Too early, really. She was a mere eighteen to her husband's forty. Back then it was exciting to be married to an older man. He had money and was happy to spend it on her. She loved playing housewife and provided a good home for him. Those delights had since worn off. She was now thirty to her husband's fifty two. While she still loved him, they were more friends than lovers. She supposed this is what happens after years of marriage, but her loneliness began long before this.

The sex in the beginning was great. He said it invigorated him being with a younger woman. Soon after they were married, the sex became less and less frequent. Soon it became nothing at all. He was too tired, too busy, too distracted, too... anything else that didn't involve her.
She took the lack of sex in stride for awhile. She made excuses for him. She took to doing anything she could to make him happier. She made his favorite meals and kept the house clean. He thanked her appropriately and gave her a peck on the cheek, but nothing more. She wanted to attack him, punish him with kisses, make him want her. Every time she tried her advances, she was rebuffed. As time passed, she gave up trying. And here they were, two platonic friends living under the same roof. And here she was, living a second life without him the wiser.

It started the day she ventured into a sex store on the boulevard near her exit. That was a year ago. She had driven by the store for years never really seeming to see it. That fateful day, she noticed. On the verge of tears, she pulled into the parking lot. She had been shut down again by her husband. He was too tired that day. She needed relief. She need sex. She needed to be fucked.

She stared at the front of the building. It was a dingy white with no windows. Only two other cars were in the parking lot. Her heart thudded against her chest. She couldn't go in. What if someone recognized her. She looked around again and calmed. Who in the world would recognize her here. Her friends didn't go to places like this. Gwen made up her mind. She took a big gulp of air and opened her car door. She purposely strode to the door and stepped inside.

The room was brightly lit and friendly but the sights made her blush immediately. The display directly in front of her was a life size cut-out of a man with a huge erection. He smiled brilliantly at her. The display read "Voted Top Dildo of the Year." Behind him was a shelf full of the largest dildos she had ever seen. They looked to big to fit inside someone. They were huge. Gwen nearly turned and ran back out, but something stopped her. Behind the counter was a young woman in a t-shirt and jeans. She caught Gwen's eye and smiled at her warmly. She immediately put Gwen at ease. There was no doubt Gwen was out of her element and the young woman knew it. She came around the counter and walked up to Gwen before Gwen had a chance to reach for the door.

"You look lost, can I help you?" she asked.

Gwen stammered out her reply, "No, um, yes, well, I was hoping I could find something for me in here."

The girl smiled sweetly and knowingly, "You've come to the right place then. Should I assume this is your first time in a place like this?"

Gwen blushed and nodded.

"Then let me give you the tour." Gwen followed the girl around the shop, her eyes widening with each pass down the aisles. She had no idea the market was so varied. She ogled at the vibrators and dildos, chains and whips and restraints and flavored lubes. There were still a few things the girl pointed out that she had no idea what they were for and she was too embarrassed to ask.

The woman finished up her tour and looked at Gwen, "So, what'll it be?"

Gwen laughed nervously, "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I don't even know where to begin." And that's where it started. They two talked for several hours with Gwen eventually spilling her entire story. The young woman was a wonderful listener and Gwen found herself telling her every sordid detail from beginning to end. The girl nodded and listened. She never interrupted, never offered advice and when Gwen was finally out of words, the young woman leaned over and pulled Gwen into a tight hug. There was no judgment in her voice when the young woman finally spoke.

"I'll pick out a few things for you that will certainly help get you through the day. There's also something else I want to give you. I don't normally do this and it's not something I can do, but you may be interested." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pink business card and handed it to Gwen. The card only had a name, Madame Gretchen, and number.

Gwen examined the card before looking up with her eyebrows raised. "Is this what I think it is?"

The young woman nodded. "The Madame comes in from time to time with her girls. They pick out toys and do a little shopping. She has been after me for years to work with her but I'm in a good relationship."

"You think I..."

"I'm not implying anything, but the Madame runs a very high class business, CEO-type clients only. You'd be a dream to her because you obviously come from high class stock and you could fetch a pretty penny. You are a sexual woman, I could tell from the minute I saw you. Your husband under appreciates you and you need appreciating. This may be a way to get what you want."

Gwen thought about the woman's words. She didn't need the money. She had plenty of her own. She didn't take offense at her suggestion either, though. In fact, she felt the opposite. Gwen found herself flattered by the suggestion and it was surprising to her. The suggestion also excited her and Gwen wasn't sure why. "How much does she charge?" Gwen's curiosity was perked.

"From what I hear, up to five thousand for a night."

Gwen sucked in her breath. She couldn't believe there were men willing to pay five thousand dollars for a night with a hooker. The young woman wrapped up her purchases and they parted ways. She wished her well and said she hoped Gwen would be back in again. Gwen wasn't so sure but promised she'd be back.

It was the next day, one year ago, that she made the call to Madame Gretchen...


to be continued...