I put this in novels and novellas because it's my second Jonathan Smith story and there will be more. It seems like they will be long enough for a novel by the time I'm done. Check my profile for more information on my works. * When I checked in, I discovered I was being loaned to a district in Kensington to participate in a prostitution sweep. It was far...
Note to reader: This story is pure fiction. All characters are of legal age. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is a coincidence. ***** My name is J.R. Hicks. I was born sometime in 1990, and I am an orphan. The Mother Superior of the convent where I grew up says I became a member of her flock on Christmas Eve of 1990. They tell me that it was snowi...
It had been six months since his divorce had been finalized, and exactly one year since the best and worst night of his life. He had moved into a small two bedroom house, a few miles from his ex-wife's house. He had shared custody of the kids, which really worked well for him. He loved his kids to death, but having a week alone did help with dating. All thin...
I knowingly admit I am a sex addict. I like to be fucked and used over and over again. Having someone own me, to use me whenever they want to makes me feel that my nymphomaniac ways are of some use. I have always dreamed of being a whore. A hooker standing at the corner waiting for a man to pick her. To think she is good enough to fuck. I would write about i...
10 o'clock on the dot. The hooker arrived on time as per his instructions. Jewel was her name. He opened the door as saw her standing there with her long wavy red hair, red leather miniskirt and black tube top. She snapped her gum as she spoke the first words. "So what it is exactly you want?" "Well, I want us to fuck." Yeah, it was simple enough Dan thoug...
Hello, and welcome to the twentieth, and final, issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all been about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback on the stories, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If y...
Let's be honest men think about sex a lot. I think about sex a lot. I crave sex like water in the desert. Some say cheating comes natural to men. Been married for 25 years. As marriages go can't complain. But after having made love more than 2000 times to the same woman I just can't get that nagging feeling that my sex life has hit a major rut! I miss passi...
Story of a woman who played a hooker... ...with me in California, but that would be part two. English is my second language after Yudish and Polish. * Rashi always wanted to do it, since she was a visiting Ph. D.--candidate at Rutgers. She saw the women and the disgust and pity were mixed with curiosity. Now, she was dressed in a cheap—whores uniform. T...
She didn't have to be there, she realized after ringing the bell. It's not as if he wouldn't understand. She had unequivocally and literally made him a fucking promise, though. And she told herself that a distraction might be useful, something to get her mind off of Frankie. Still, she was feeling emotionally drained, and being in good spirits had always bee...
"WHAT!!! YOU GOT MARRIED?? BUT HOW?" Wendy shouted unbelievably at Aida. Greg on the other hand looked at her as if she had just told them a sick joke. A terribly sick joke. "It's not funny Aida," said Greg. Aida looked at the floor, hands in her jeans, "I am not, Greg," said Aida with dead seriousness in her voice. Aida then related to both the brother an...