Thanks to SaneManiax for editing this particular installment. Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. It's another hallway. This one extremely dank, and the definite look of a seldom travelled or even cleaned passage. We find Laura, hurrying down the hall in heels that are certainly beyond the regulations of foot...
The bellboy wrangled a fine piece of ass for Ransome Farrell. Accustomed to dealing with gringo businessmen the kid used one smooth bilingual patter. After suggesting an obligatory bottle of whiskey and setups, the boy seamlessly advanced the likelihood of very compliant female company. Or if the well-tailored guest were so bent, a certain kind of young man...
This chapter is basically two college pals getting it together 20 years later. It's friends chatting away with a bit of sexiness mixed in -- not a stroke piece. The story so far: Adrian and Laura were at college together 20 years ago. He's from Northern Ireland, she's English; they now live in London. They've agreed Ade can fuck her arse if he gives up smok...
Pt. 07 – Wednesday Mid-Day This is another part to the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who comes to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on a weekend to relax and enjoy time together before Paul left on a business trip that wil...
CHAPTER II 'LECTO' Last night I'd have sworn I'd never sleep. Not on the ground, without even a cover, in this strange world and with so much to run through my mind. Yet I did, for now Clytemnestra wakes me gently. She says she'd like a little sleep. It seems she hasn't slept yet? The sky is rich purple and I think even a little lighter in the east, I mus...
"It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself, too, quite apart from its carnal aspects ... The idea of prostitution is a meeting place of so many elements - lust, bitterness, complete absence of human contact, muscular frenzy, the clink of gold - that to peer into it makes one reel. One learns so many things in a brothel, and feels s...
The good news is my wife is from the Philippines. The bad news is my wife is from the Philippines. Because, in addition to my wife, I LOVE prostitutes. Just read my other stories on this site--they're all about hookers one way or another. Despite (in my opinion) that the best place for prostitution in the whole wide world is the Philippines, because of my w...
Readers, I try to make my stories as good as I can before publishing. However, I have been off the grid for over a month and am about to go off the grid again, so I am rushing this out. Please excuse (but feel free to comment on) shortfalls. From chapter 5: The screen closed. Pri stepped to the side and sagged on her bed. Holtzum Hall was one of the busie...
Hey, everyone! This is a return to an old friend of mine, an alter-ego character of sorts. I would like to give special thanks to the long-time fan who gave me the inspiration for this story (and who is featured as a character herself). If you want to check out more, please visit the website at my profile. I reserve all commercial and electronic rights, so d...
A Cad falls to Grace, Final Chapter The blackness of my vision lifted and I found myself standing on a wide path of what looked like stone pavers. The path went straight ahead with no curves visible, and it appeared to be about six feet wide. Far in the distance of my vision was a mountain, Everest in size it seemed. Snow on the peak. At the base of it was...