“Eddie, do you think I look OK?” “You look as gorgeous as always, my darling,” “You don’t think I look a bit, um… slutty?” “No more than normal.” “That’s not funny, Eddie,” but it was, and I chuckled. “But, seriously, Eddie, I don’t look like I’m on the g...
I have l loved strip clubs since the first time I went into one, back in my early twenties. I somehow missed the experience while in college, so my first time was driving home from a business trip. I saw the sign and made an impulse decision to stop. I en...
I spent the afternoon shopping and even went into some of the more conservative women's stores, all the while keeping the word classy in mind. By six o'clock, I'd spent nearly sixteen hundred of my advance and had at least one of each item on Daddy's shop...
I had been divorced for about two years and the proverbial shit had hit the fan. With a daughter at University and a mortgage to pay, as well as the utility bills and car costs, I was flat broke. My ex had cleared off back to Canada, and I got nothing fro...
dirty money for a dirty deed. Counted twice. Part I Two hellish years have skidded past since the cosmos threw a spitball straight into my life, yanking my better half out of this fever dream we're all shambling through. Two godforsaken years, and the sti...
Turning off the water, he stepped onto the mat warmed by the heated floor, a luxury he did not have at home. The man stood for a minute as the water trailed down his body before reaching for a towel. He pressed his face into the soft terrycloth before he...
A knock on the door woke Kim from a deep sleep. She glanced at her phone. It was only 7 a.m., which was way too early given that her last customer hadn’t left until 3 a.m. She rolled over to sleep again, but the knock sounded once again. Grumbling, she go...
Kim cursed as she turned into the motel parking lot. The front axle on her reddish 2016 Dodge Journey was making clunking noises again, like it had been doing almost every day for the past month. The mechanic had said it would cost around $750, but she wo...
The next couple of weeks saw Angela settle into her new routine. She would go to work while Kyle stayed at her apartment. He told her he wasn't going to go to work anymore. She kept him on the payroll, and whenever anyone asked about him, she would say th...
The bachelor party - the ultimate celebration before one of your friends leaps into the commitment of marriage. My friend Shawn was about to be married, and I was one of his groomsmen. My good friend Andy would be his best man, and for the bachelor party,...
Each step provided its own unique challenge as Pamela lumbered down the supermarket aisle Saturday afternoon in search of her favorite brand of canned portobello mushroom soup. She’d partied with Sammy for several hours Tuesday and they had another go-aro...
Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was not just your average sexy fuck machine. Although that was certainly true. No, Her Ladyship was a sophisticated MILF of some fifty years, a mother-type slut who lived for sex. She was a five feet ten blonde goddess nearin...
Two days before I met with Hans – and, involuntarily, Victor – I made an appointment with Kristol. I had practical reasons for wanting to get reacquainted with her, but also thought she was sexy as hell and wanted to get her into bed again. She reminded m...
“So, we’re currently filming at a brothel one hundred and seventy-five miles north of Las Vegas?” “Yes,” Pamela answered. “Many people, people who’ve never been to Nevada, believe that prostitution is legal in Las Vegas, but it’s actually not. But outside...
What the hell was she doing? Life wasn’t supposed to be like this. Pamela McCarron rubbed her bleary eyes with one hand and stymied a yawn with the other. Look at me – I’m number crunching, of all things, at two in the morning. Such a surreal concept, rig...
