My name is Philippa, I prefer to be known as Pippa and it is also my work name; I am a Sex Worker not a prostitute. How did I become a sex worker? My boss got me into it; this is my story. It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales; effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the writte...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Soma99 gave this story a proofread before publishing, and I thank her for doing so. * Even though I'd known for some time that the company hadn't been doing well, it still came as a shock one midsummer Friday when we were all herded into the boardroom and informed that we were out of business. Losing your comfortable mid-level job, even when it's not your...
I woke up at noon, knowing that we would have to leave before two. Leaving Ginger to sleep I took my morning shower and applied my make up in the bathroom so as not to disturb Ginny. I put on an almost too short white skirt and a crop top short sleeve sweater, A pair of half sox's and tennis shoes. This outfit was too provocative to wear during the day, but...
Chapter Twelve. Fivesome. Alison had hated men, ever since her father had raped her on her eighteenth birthday. He had beaten her naked arse and fucked her from behind, when she had told him that she was a lesbian and wouldn't give him any grandchildren to inherit his empire. In moments of introspection; since that incident. She had been honest enough to a...
Chapter 24 "Thanksgiving" The day before Thanksgiving the college was closed, therefore, we spent the day cleaning, grocery shopping and preparing for our parents to arrive and our Thanksgiving Day dinner. Both our fathers loved football, which I did not, but we tried to plan to eat when not much football would be going on—not an easy thing to do on a day...
Chapter 2: Orientation ================== On Tuesday morning, at breakfast, we sat around the same table we had for dinner the night before, with the same people: Barbara, Darin, Tracy and Oliver. Discussion topics included how comfortable the beds were (we all agreed they were great), and plans for that morning. Barbara and Darin had a couples massage sch...
Surrey September 3rd, 1999 James, as a general rule, hated wedding receptions. Sure, this was technically a 'pre-ceremony party': a conciliatory get-together to appease the gathered masses who would be missing out on the happy couple's sensibly private and low-key nuptials in the Caribbean. But it still comprised the disparate and potentially volatile mixt...
I grew up like a normal pretty Turkish girl, meaning I was popular, and had all kinds of guys interested in me. And, I learned about certain kinds of sex at an early age, the kinds that girls use to keep a guy satisfied, without giving up her virginity. That may not be important in Europe or the US, but in Turkey, men still expect their wives to be virgins o...
I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first three stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate yo...