**.** I was thirsty but there was no beer in the crappy one-bedroom apartment I was living in. Checking my wallet showed me I had twelve dollars left; just enough for two twelve packs of Dixie, the only beer I'll drink. Normally, I would have reminded myself that there was also no food in my apartment But since I wouldn't be picking up Rose and Iris, my tw...
This is the first non-erotic story that I've put on this site. I hope that you, the reader, understand, and maybe even relate a little bit, to the character and her actions as much as I do. As always, thank you for reading my story, and please check out all of my other works as well. Today my name is Amy. I have long black hair that falls straight down to t...
We all have someone that we can't stand. Doesn't matter the reason why. I hate fat white chicks. There, I said it. I especially hate the ones who like to put on airs. Acting like they're all that. Bitches, you're not all that! You're simply pathetic. Like Rachel, the chubby redhead from downtown Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Around five-foot-seven, 250-pounds...
Thank you, Amber. That was a great dance. Here's your $300. In fact, that was so good, let's make it $500. This is a great VIP room. I'm glad we had a little privacy. But Amber - don't put your panties back on just yet. Sit that sexy bare ass back down on my lap for a minute. You were right about something: I do have a kinky side. A very kinky side, in fact...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few o...
The flared head of the man’s penis reminded her of the bright red hat on her aunt Desiree’s garden gnome. She thought of the fluted spear of a devil's tail, of caps on toadstools, of branding irons and plug heads. His penis was the length of a dollar bill and the daunting breadth of a glass coke bottle. She was nervous. She was afraid that it would hurt her....
I've read the original "February Sucks" story and all the subsequent takes. I tip my hat to the original author as it was a great concept. However, I've found the original story and most of the others not totally believable. I can imagine a wife leaving her husband in a public manner like that. Doing it with a celebrity - maybe. But my biggest problem is tha...
I was her favorite repeat customer, in fact the first to pay her as a whore. She thought she was getting two hundred dollars, just to play with herself at my direction. I had told her, if she could make me so hot, I jacked–off in her mouth, I’d see, she got six hundred dollars, for a thirty-minute show at a Stag Party. It was kind of an audition, or so I mad...
No one underage, not a lot of sex in this one. Follow up to Ben Broken. Ben Repaired As I lifted the lintel into place I noticed a suit watching me work. He got up the courage to come over and speak to me. "Ben Thompson? May I have a moment of your time?" I was in the middle of fitting and leveling the five hundred pound stone lintel, so it was not a good...
Everybody likes money, or at least the things that money can buy. The thing that really differentiates between us is what we'll actually do to acquire that money. Our moral compass, you might say. Take two sweet young things - two nubile young ladies. One would be horrified if you offered her money to strip. The other would be half undressed before you put y...