Prostitution - Page 27

We continue the story of my wife Patricia's daring and totally unexpected 25th anniversary at the Hilton Hotel in Atlanta. For the first time ever, she has invited four beautiful young women and two handsome studs to enjoy an orgy of sexual pleasures I had never even imagined

This is one of the first stories I wrote, for a young lady I was chatting with on Flickr. She wanted a rough sex story where she was the star. --- "Shit!" That was the first thing I heard you say

I was nearly 14 now and I knew I was developing into a woman. Jack had me on the pill so I couldn’t get pregnant. The doctor he took me too was a perve so jack had said he could do what liked to me for an hour if he asked no questions and put me on the pill

I've decided I'd like to chronicle some of the sexual experiences throughout my life. I figured this would be a good one to start. I've been reading stories on here for so long, I figured it was my turn to start writing some and see how much the readers here like them

He let go of the button and the loud buzzing ring from inside seemed to go on forever before it quit. He still couldn't believe he had mustered up the nerve to do it

Jake sat in the living room of his Vista, CA apartment. His mind was going over ways that he could make a living without working a typical 8 to 5 job. Jake was a surfer and he wanted to be able to head for the ocean any time that he heard that the surf was up

Over the past few years, I had had several girlfriends but currently I wasn’t in a relationship, but my last one had let me fuck her anally, but she only let me do it if she was fucked up on cocaine

During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure

Jake was the organizer of the conference I attended at the Joule Hotel in Dallas and, by chance, I sat at his table with 8 other people for lunch. I don't think we exchanged more than a couple sentences then, but later, before dinner, in the underground bar, he sat down with me

He came to the door dressed in only a black jockstrap and some high top tennis shoes. "You didn't tell me what to wear or anything." There is nothing quite like being greeted by a 6 foot tall, 235 pound weight lifter. His head was shaved and his skin was very pale

A Wedding In the next century but one, when the Earth’s atmosphere has become poluted beyond imagination, in an ordinary City of three thousand residents Krista wakes on the morning of her wedding day

Two inmates walk from the cellblock to where a correctional officer sits at a desk. The C.O. is a middle aged black guy. One of the inmates is a buff black guy; the other is a small slightly built, very young, Caucasian. The black inmate is dressed in standard prison garb

BAM1 Shelley Jackson stalked down the hallway, her face set in a grimace. She shook strands of her short black hair out of her eyes, then glared at Spencer Tulliver as he chuckled. "What's so fucking funny?" "You," he said

(Here we have a “prequel” of sorts, or perhaps a separate chapter in the ongoing lives of the Roberts Boys and their sexual escapades. As always, the place-names are slightly changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Pease not the references in here to some previous stories

So Shirley knew I was no puritan. (One might have asked how puritan the puritans were, LOL.) Anyway, it turns out Shirley, who was a junior and lived off campus, had been "dancing" at Bodies for a couple of years. Maybe I would like to work there, too, she suggested