"The Best Whorehouse in Las Vegas" isn't in Las Vegas. It's in Pahrump, sixty miles away, where prostitution is legal. And it's not the usual whorehouse: the whores are men who service women for money. It was marketed that way in publications aimed at female executives, in the Personals section. A typical advertisement is this one: "The Best Whorehouse...
He could see through me, as if my skin was a windowpane, his eyes searching deeply into my troubled thoughts. I knew that I wasn't normal. I knew I wasn't like the other girls. They were so focused on the upcoming dance competition and spoke of little else. I never felt the way that they did. I danced because I had nothing better to do, but there was a longi...
"Can we talk?" I laughed into the phone. "Are you channeling Joan Rivers?" Steph giggled and said she was serious about talking. "I take it you don't mean over the phone like we're doing right now." "No, this is a face-to-face talk." "Is something wrong? Are you sick? No, are you and Cory breaking up? God, what happened? Did he cheat on you? I'll kill...
This is the final chapter of Parts of Desire, and the longest. Once again, I am deeply indebted to Ravenna933 for her edits and her ideas which made this entire story stronger. It was in a state of naked, harmonious, postcoital bliss that Rania, Khadija and I packed up our campsite on the sheltered cliffside beach on the Musandam Peninsula in the Sultanate...
The alarm sounded on my clock, it was Monday morning and a new day and week had begun. I switched off the clock and laid my head back down on the pillow and began to think about my girls. Ruby came straight into my day dream, mixed race ebony, slim, thick sexy lips and large breasts, her hair long on one side and the other side shaved, she is so hot, and sh...
"That will be all," the Captain barked, his patent monotone music to Dt. Amy Santiago's ears. In her mind, the slight rise in inflection at the end of his sentence meant she had just done a good job! She was wrong. Sitting back at her desk, Amy fondly watched her superior march away. Finally returning her attention to the waiting computer, the Cuban Detec...
Welcome to Part 5 of 'The Girl Who Wasn't There'. This is the final installment of the story of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability, and her even more amazing girlfriend, Freja. This part immediately follows on from Part 4 and so, to follow it properly, you really should read Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 first - Part 1 can be found at: http://www.literotic...
After an extremely contentious and miserable 15-year marriage, I wasted little time getting an online dating subscription so that I could safely sample the fruits of the dating world—and perhaps start a relationship that would eventually turn into satisfying and mutual love. I needed to be loved. I really needed it. And I had so much to give a kind, secure,...
My marriage was a lost cause and I needed help. Luck was on my side for a change as a co-worker had transferred to an outstation and needed someone to look after his house, he did not want to sell it and did not feel comfortable renting it to just anyone being that he could not be there to tend to it. So we made the arrangement for me to rent it at a very go...
Carol's mind was in a haze. So much that she couldn't even recall making the trip back to her room. One moment, she was naked, alone, and on the verge of tears in her daughters' shared closet. The next, she was lying facedown in her bed, sobbing into her pillow. She wanted to be a Zenrist. She wanted to be a Zenrist so much it hurt. She wanted to live nake...