Victoria smiled as she admired her reflection in the huge floor to ceiling mirror wall in her elegant private dressing salon. She was glad the war was over; it was good to wear white gloves and nylons again. Examining her image more critically she adjusted her hat just a tad so her lovely blonde bangs peaked out just so. Now that the occupation was over th...
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My name is Jason Walden. Friends call me Jay. People say I kind of look like the actor/comedian Chris Rock. Whatever. I'm a tall, slim young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I attend Bridgewater State College, where I major in business administration. Life is okay these days. I just want to get my degree and get the fuck o...
He was the only one I really did not want to see. Not then, not there. Roger and I had been sent to Frankfurt to negotiate, with a couple of banks, a large credit for our company. The last three days had been excruciatingly stressful, and we had been standing at the edge of the proverbial cliff several times, staring into the abyss. In the end, after two...
Chapter 1. "Pumpkin" -*- Monday, July 18, 2016 -*- -*- Flagstone, Nevada -*- "What the heck am I doing?" Contemplating things (not to mention questioning her sanity), Lindsay Delacroix took a deep, drawn-out breath, and gazed at the stunning adobe-brick home in front of her. Everything appeared the same as it did in all the online photographs she'd stu...
I saw an ad on the internet and decided to apply for the job. It sounded quite nice. This resort was seeking girls of pleasure with no inhibitions for 1 year on a tropical island. The only way in was by ferry from the mainland, but as soon as we arrived at the island we were greeted by two lovely young girls in short dresses and a boy who took our luggage a...
Chapter 11. "Legitimate" Lindsay gently pushed Sammy down onto the bed until he was in a seated position with his back comfortably resting against the headboard. She grinned as his dark, commanding eyes ravaged her body and even felt shivers traverse down her spine. I love it when guys fuck me with their eyes like that. Her fingers involuntarily flexed i...
The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living. She came to me for a portr...
Chapter 7. "Suffering" Lindsay's bare feet were perched upon the coffee table as she balanced a laptop on her thighs and her fingers furiously typed away on its keyboard. She was putting the finishing touches on her latest e-mail to her ultimate man-crush, Sammy Rhodes. They had gotten into a back-and-forth earlier today and exchanged several private, stea...
For several months, I have been carefully considering if I should travel to Nevada to work in a brothel or continue to watch my money gradually shrink. It is a difficult decision. In a few weeks, I will have a vacation - - - - possibly I could work in the sex business at a legal Nevada brothel. During happier times, my spouse and I vacationed in Nevada. As...