All characters are simple figments of my imagination and are 18 years of age or older. * "Is it the beast you fear?" She asked quietly. The small, dark skinned girl in front of her did not look up to where the soft, feminine voice came from. Her dark, tight curls were matted to the side of her face, sweat trickling down the tip of her nose only to be kno...
Metallic grey skies had hung over London for days before finally bursting into hours of torrential rain. Tom felt his spirits dampen beyond retrieval. He had been walking in Regent's Park, the grim weather keeping it almost empty; now he needed some resolution to his mood. It was either Mozart on the South Bank or the whores out East. He called a cab but by...
He stood behind the auction stage for some privacy. His room was not ready and he was horny from looking at all the whores that were for sale earlier that day. While his cock was hard from looking at their holes getting fucked, he did not find one that he wanted to purchase. He decided to rent a room for the night in hopes that he would be able to find one o...
The following is a true story, to the best of my 31-year memory of it. It is a good story, though not especially erotic, nor designed to be lurid. Rather, it is something I feel compelled to share with readers. Your comments/votes/personal contact are very welcome. THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC OR Not Just Another Case of Finally Talking Her Into It After Weeks of...
The three of them were a beautiful-looking group. There was a petite, hazel-eyed brunette perched on a bar stool, sipping carefully on her margarita. A blond with green eyes leaned over to whisper something to her and began laughing. The tall redhead bearing azure eyes looked at the two sternly, wanting to know the conversation stood beside the blond. Anothe...
It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself too, quite apart from its carnal aspects. My heart begins to pound every time I see one of those women in low-cut dresses walking under the lamplight in the rain, just as monks in their corded robes have always excited some deep, ascetic corner of my soul. The idea of prostitution is a meet...
17 A Subject Lesson Rosa, legs apart on the wet gravel, waited while a guard conversed with a group of visitors, including two men in suits. The guard appeared to be teaching, because some of her audience wrote in notepads as she spoke. Rosa recognised Tanya, one of Pamela Clayton's closest associates, and her most vicious tormentor. Tanya answered a few qu...
"On-Camera After Bar 69" is the third story of four. It was drawn from experiences of an American white male nude art model named Tom from Cleveland. This filthy white male sex-pig gets a gig as a naked sex-model and publicly engages in sex and mutual rimming with a naked filthy Ukrainian female, Marina, on-camera in a porn studio in Nuremberg, Germany. Weal...
That night as Karishma lay in bed in her room, her phone beeped. She picked it up. It was a text from her sister. "Hey, how are you doing, sis?" Kareena had written. "I am great! How are you, Bebo?" Karishma replied. Kareena: On top of the world. How was your day? Karishma: It was fantastic! Kareena: Is Romeo still as much of a bastard as he was i...
While I am sure no one will believe this, this is a true story, it happened many years ago and all the people involved were much more than legal age, in fact no one was less than 40 years old. The only real reason I am even writing this down, is that my wife and I spent many many years as swingers and had lots of great adventures, now I am old and in very p...