In my area—and I suspect in yours—the local news regularly runs stories of prostitution "stings." In case you are not familiar with them, they work like this: female police officers pose as prostitutes. They may walk a street "known" for prostitution (which in my city means you may find, at most, a dozen down-and-out, drug-addicted women on a busy night, plu...
First thing on Monday; Anita came in to my office and asked me if I could make time free on Thursday morning – she wanted to show me something. I guessed it would be her time to be open about her past – the previous weekend she had ground away several the layers covering mine. I didn't want to push her for more information – it could easily backfire – but I...
I stared out of my doorway at Gerry's black Mercedes. It was top of the line and fully loaded, but in my situation, it might as well have been a hearse. Every minute that passed, it seemed his slimy grin grew wider. Soon I'd be sitting next to him, riding to his house so he could have his way with me. Meanwhile, my husband, Rick would be banging Gerry's slut...
I have a little problem. Well, to be honest, it's more than just a little problem. Some might consider it to be a huge problem. I am addicted to prostitutes. I have been pretty much all of my adult life, since I first walked out of the front gate at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas and saw a pretty young girl sitting on the hood of a car in front of a ma...
I awoke with a start. Well in all actuality, came to, after what would've been to a normal man, a deadly night of consuming alcohol and drugs. The pain in my chest and abdomen was overwhelming, and nearly brought tears to my eyes. I looked over with befogged eyes to the table next to the chair that had been my stopping point in the previous night's partying,...
Joe and Maya hadn't seen each other since she dropped him at home the Saturday afternoon after the Friday night and Saturday morning reunion. Unfortunately only via speakerphone late Saturday night had Maya joined her lovers pleasuring each other. It had to be late since she worked stripping earlier. And she had to join them due to immense horniness albeit u...
Troy woke up with the mother of all headaches. He felt awful. Looking around he tried to work out where he was. His memory flipped through options, rejecting each in turn. The room was totally unfamiliar, it was large, pretty scruffy with no window; so he had no inkling of if it was day or night. Troy looked at his left wrist, but he seemed to have lost his...
William T. Vollman should be a familiar name to many of the readers and writers at Literotica, considering he wrote the introduction to Lit's recent published anthology of erotic short stories. Literotica also announced his winning of the National Book Award for Europe Central, his most recent novel. The fact that Vollman won this prestigious award should no...
I looked at Jim and said "What time will you be back Sunday?" Jim turned and said to me, "I told you dear, I fly in about 6:30, and I’ll be home in time for the evening service, I am still having Chuck do the evening service just in case, are you still going to Abilene to the women’s thing?" I said "sure, I think every community needs to ban together to get...
West Coast Rehabilitation Prison Chronicles These stories chronicle lives and experiences of the people housed in the West Coast Rehab prison. All intimate details of their lives, sexual, social, and therapeutic experiences are divulged and examined thoroughly. These stories deal extensively with themes of transsexual and interracial sex lives. Moreover, m...