Shirley took a deep breath and tapped on the door of Gladys's office. She hoped no one was in, but an answering bellow told her otherwise. Shirley went in and quietly closed the door behind her. In size and layout, this office was a mirror image of Devlin's, with one wall of windows looking out of the building. But instead of sexy posters were charts and gr...
On the edge of the L.A. suburb Hollywood was a sprawling set of buildings surrounded by a concrete wall topped with barbed wire. Apart from the neon sign that said 'Shooting Star Studios,' it looked like a bunch of warehouses in a prisoner-of-war camp. However, enter one of those buildings and you would be transported to another place and time—the interior o...
I pondered Denisha's suggestion for a couple of days, then decided 'What the hell!' I sent an email to Club Aphrodite, asking if it were possible to organise a threesome with Denisha and Fatima. I got a response the same day. They said yes, promising to get back to me with a date and time after contacting the ladies. I went about my usual life feeling excite...
Devlin Carter knew how to talk. When he was a skinny door-to-door household products salesman, people would buy toilet cleaner they never used just to shut him up. A random suitcase filled with dildos and X-rated VHS videos crossed his path and, after selling the lot in one day, Devlin knew that his future lay in the sex industry. Years later the VHS video h...
I spent many hours staring out of coffee shop windows, thinking about Fatima and haunted by old judgements. When I was a younger man, I viewed older men in love with pretty girls as sad, even pathetic figures. Yet here I was, a middle-aged man myself, being given a lesson in humility. I deserved this for my past arrogance. Even so, I was pissed off with Fat...
Author's Note: This is the final chapter of 'The Girls of Club Aphrodite'. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fatima and I lay on the bed in a pleasant stupor. She lay on her back, my cock still inside her, one leg stretched out, the other bent with her foot flat on the bed. My body was turned at an angle so I could rest next to her on one elbow, my other hand on...
John and Natalia met online. Well ... perhaps 'met' is the wrong word. Natalia sent John a WINK on a dating site. When John responded, Natalia immediately replied with a request that they meet in person, which led to a dinner date at a popular hotel restaurant in the city where Natalia lived. John came up by train and arrived at the restaurant fifteen minu...