This is a long-term story with potentially an infinite life in it, and it revolves around a man (written from a first-person perspective) finding himself in deep financial trouble and finding money and enjoyment in becoming a high-class male hooker. This chapter, as well as the ones to follow, will hit on more than one particular genre, which is why it's bee...
It's been two months since our wedding and my husband Roger and I are just settling in our new apartment. It is a one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town. We decided to live in an apartment for a year, so we could save up money get a house of our own. We only been here a couple days and my husbands work is sending him off on a business trip for four...
Dickin' Down The Designing Women Ch. 3 Charleene Stillfield sat at her desk, the crumpled piece of stationary in her fist now mashed up into the smallest ball her large hands could muster as she lustfully watched the proceedings. A small dribble of drool seeped out of her mouth, out onto her lower lip as she openly starred at her boss and longtime friend, J...
This is dedicated to Shooter, the most authentic and believable writer of the few stories I've read on here. Amazingly enough, I have a friend whose nickname is shooter and he is a real-life photographer -- and a great writer. Elements of this story are true and I am supplying clues throughout. My wife's name is Susan. Chapter 1 It's often hard to believe...
Nick was home from his junior semester of college for winter break— out of the balmy, short-sleeves- and-sweater weather into the goose-down, wool coat bluster of the northeast. He was reminded of what he was in for when his flight was almost canceled. His mother wouldn't be the one picking him up from the airport, not if it was as bad as everyone indicated....
America- Just uttering the name made Haifa envision freedom. And not only freedom in-terms of personal liberty, but a freedom from the past. A past which kept many trapped into social customs, traditions, culture and family ties. America the ideal meant a land where men and women could be re-born and new ideas could take hold. America also represented peace...
Feeling the smooth, bloated head of Derrick's enormous erection plow across the light red foundation covering her right cheek, Charleene instantly recoiled once she realized what it actually was. When Derrick's foreskin collided with her awestruck lips, Charleene lurched backwards, flarring her nostrils in an failed attemnpt to ward off the lust crazed ex c...
Steffie sat at the edge of the hotel bed, trembling, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she looked up at Tyrese and his friends. My god this is really happening she thought Can I really do this? She thought back to how this had all begun. Steffie had married young, barely 23 when she and Mark had tied the knot, and they'd had barely any time to savor...
Hello loves! Here's that second story I promised. It's a finish piece so I'll try to put out a chapter each week unless I decide to tweak or change something within the story to my liking. Please enjoy, rate, comment, and message me if you like! xoxo -I.M ***** Wyatt Johnson fumed as she watched Jake shake hands with the senior partners. They gave him the...
"Jesus... er, Cassie, do you have any cash? My card is being declined," Tom said, despairingly. Sighing, his wife Cassie handed him the last note in her purse. It was all she could do not to cry. They were in a desperate situation. No money to spare, only earning enough from Tom's crappy new job to pay the bills and the rent. It wasn't living, it was existin...