For several months, I have been carefully considering if I should travel to Nevada to work in a brothel or continue to watch my money gradually shrink. It is a difficult decision. In a few weeks, I will have a vacation - - - - possibly I could work in the sex business at a legal Nevada brothel. During happier times, my spouse and I vacationed in Nevada. As...
Chapter 5 Mr. X will pay extra for what he likes. What Mr. X wants, he gets. "Well, for starters, he likes shaved pussies and you have a bush. You have time to shave off your fur before he gets here. Also, he likes the young stuff. I'm thinking that maybe, if you put your hair in braids and wear something that looks like a school uniform, you know, a shor...
I learned a lesson the other day. I found out that doing your best to take care of your family is not always appreciated and in some instances it can actually destroy your marriage. Candace and I have been married for more than twenty-five years and during that time we lived what most would consider an upper middle class life. We had three children, acquire...
Sally awoke and stretched her sexy little body. She looked around and wondered where Rhonda could be. Sally threw a robe on and walked down the stairs. The shy little eighteen year old was shocked at what she saw. Sitting at the dinning table was her lover with her legs spread wide open; a petite oriental girl with long black hair was between the voluptuous...
My name is Dick Jones Smith. Friends call me DJ Smith. I'm a young black man living in the town of Raynham, Massachusetts. I've always been a really wicked guy but lately, I've decided to outdo myself. Push the envelope. Be the very best mean-spirited SOB that I can be. Do unto other individuals things that would make the Devil himself blush. Outdo everyone,...
Carol my lovely blond wife and I were masseurs with each of us only massaging clients of our own sex. This was until a terrible cycle accident crippled me from the waist down forcing me to give up work. We were so short of money the only way I could see to get enough was for Carol to take over some of my male clients. She was reluctant to do this at first,...
Gloryholes. Are they real? How do I find one? What's it like to visit one? Is there an etiquette to follow? Are they safe? Are they real? Yes! I've visited several of them. How many? I didn't keep count. Ten? Fifteen? I don't know. I've visited them from Philly to St. Louis to Florida and lots of places in between. Deploy the power of the internet to search...
Anton didn't mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts. No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag c...
Many thanks to infructescence for her editing of this story. * It was hot sunny day in Gambia. Though both the door and the only window were missing on the corrugated tin shed at the backyard behind a bar in the outskirts of the capital city Banjul, it was hot as a sauna inside the shed. No wonder why the naked gorgeous Scandinavian housewife who was lying...
This is a story about my best friend Donna. Donna was a shopaholic. Rumor has it that she couldn't go into a store without buying something. So Donna ended up with a lot of weird things in her house, but mostly she just had every closet crammed with clothes. Donna was a stay-at-home mom, like the rest of us. She had four kids. But she didn't seem to have an...