I sat up in bed reading the local paper. It's one of those "respectable" newspapers, which means it's bloody difficult to read because the size of the pages is massive, you need a machine to fold it properly. Anyway, despite the fact that it prides itself on being a "respectable" newspaper of record, it still allows the ladies of the night to advertise in it...
I can still see it in high def, up close and personal; the image is engraved on my brain. The bald, glistening vulva of a teenage girl — a squirming, moaning teenage girl, knees up — is not to be forgotten. The best night of my life was the night my sister had a slumber party. To save money during my last year of college, I moved back in with my parents and...
For three weeks I had paid regular visits to the massage practice of Helen, who helped me get rid of the aftermath of a nasty car accident on the motorway near Rotterdam. Helen was a woman of about forty-four years, nearly six feet tall and curved where she should be. During the eight treatments that I had received, the pain and stiffness in my body had eve...
I pressed the 'ground' floor button on the elevator and checked my look one last time in the mirror. White button-down shirt, brown leather pants, and brown oxfords... It was a classic, yet contemporary look that the ladies seemed to love. The rain started to fall again. Sunshine all week long. Then, light drizzle all weekend. Isn't that always the way? It...
All participants in sexual acts are at least eighteen year old, or older. ***** Wow! I was her "Boy Toy!" That's what Claire had called me before shooing me out and home after our evening of torrid sex. Let me tell you, there was very little sleep for me that night. Jeez, I tossed and turned and fondled an almost constant erection until compelled into get...
The last two years in college I moonlighted as a call girl. I never intended to. By accident I learned that another girl in the dorm, a year older, was doing it. The money she made seemed like a lot to a poor, struggling student like me. I was a natural for it. I was female, which truthfully may be the only requirement. But my parents had given me some good...
Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday. Things hadn't gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn't a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn't making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All of which, set him on edge. His anxiety redlined...
Twenty five years on, one can easily see the mistakes made in their youth. But, as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. There is little to be gained by rehashing past mistakes in your head again and again, losing sleep over it, and making yourself mental in the process. And yet this is exactly what I did on a regular basis. It's said that without closure, no...
Another Friday night, another failed blowjob. Okay, "failed" was probably too strong, I reflected as my beautiful girlfriend knelt between my legs with my penis in her mouth. Still, this was clearly 80% handjob to 20% blowjob. "It's no good," said Cat, spitting me out. "It's just too fucking big." I never thought I'd get tired of hearing that but, to b...
Valentine's Day or as any bartender in New York City call it, Fuck a Hot Lonely Chick Day, is the best day of the year for me and unfortunately, it only comes once a year. It's not only because of the prospect of getting laid, it's also because of the revenue generated from the sale of booze and food. People also tip well to impress their dates. I always ta...