Just another dead pornstar. Her parents will mourn the loss, but society won't. People will see a pretty girl saddled with debt, cut down in her prime in a seedy profession, tut and move on. That's the way this business works. Always has. It’s quiet in the studio, only a faint whine from the LEDs that circle the rows of dials and buttons on the editing console. I stare down at her lifeless body spilling out of the crop to...

The myth about black men and the size of their equipment is just that; a myth, probably exacerbated by the porn industry. I know—sadly not first-hand—because I've researched it for a commissioned article. If I was solely after big dicks to fulfil my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, statistically speaking I'd have moved to Ecuador ages ago. There's nothing spectacular, per se, about Owen's dick as I ride him. He plun...

It’s cramped in the aeroplane bathroom but with my foot up on the toilet lid and breath fogging the tiny mirror over the tinier sink, his cock fits snugly as he ploughs me. Luring Mr Clark-Kent-glasses into my naughty net so soon after the seatbelt sign was turned off had been easy. Just dangle the promise of sex, flutter my lashes and brush his thigh. He’d barely given me time to study my reflection before he knocked on...

Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....

Is there truly any such thing as an amicable divorce? Robert and I told everyone that's what it was, but the truth was uglier than fiction. He wanted half the estate—said he was entitled to it—and I told the lazy bastard he could have it when he earned it. We lawyered up and fought it out. I eventually let him take a quarter of it when I was fed up arguing. It drained me and I took the long days and longer nights of lonel...

Up until the moment she approached, I'd have sworn the answer to can a bikini stop time would be an emphatic no. But in that moment, I change my mind. I’m chilling from the brutal heat of the midday sun in the shade of a walnut tree, lying back on a towel after having cooled off in the nearby lake. My swim shorts are plastered to me, and catching a glimpse of her effortless European chic on the path to my right has an imm...

Though Victoria shared her name with the reigning monarch, the similarities ended there. She very much doubted the ruler would condone—or even contemplate—an outfit such as the one she wore. The ornate gild of the mirror in her chambers framed a woman brimming with inner confidence, unashamed to express her sexuality where others chastised her loose morals, preferring to toe societal norms in dress and values. Cupping the...

My neighbours were going at it again and I wasn't missing it for the world. The tumbler is already upended in my grip against the joining wall, my ear jammed to its base as her escalating sighs of arousal filter through, almost as clearly as if I were in the room with them. I wish I was. My bedroom is dark, it's gone midnight and they noisily came back from a party in a taxi that needed a new fan belt. Once that had squea...

The pearly gates need a damn good oil, that's for sure. They swing inward ahead of me, and the rending screech of grinding metal echoes across the sun-drenched cloud carpet beyond. Clanging to a halt at the extent of their swing, the disturbance rolls away to be replaced with, well, nothing. No harps or cherubs or singing choirs. Nothing. I’m alone. Utterly alone. Ripped leather jacket, skirt and a low-cut beaten top comp...

People watching is hard to beat. Take that couple across the street from Café Charlot where I sit enjoying the last fingers of Parisian sun casting long shadows along Rue de Bretagne. They're dressed up, probably for the theatre. Polo shirt and slacks. Evening gown. Drink and meal before the performance. A cocktail after. Then back to her place. They're young. Married. Likely to one another, but no guarantees. She's the m...

With my cheek on the cool pillow, I’m staring out the window, thinking about how autumn changes are approaching, when my husband's brawny arm crosses my line of sight and grabs the belt from the nightstand. An unexpected breeze through the open window billows the curtains. A sign, maybe. I wonder if I, too, need a change while Samuel raises my hips and palms my soft cheeks before striping my ass with leather. As my ass co...

Teeth clenched, he came, splotching her bare pussy. He’d only come for tutoring. Her parents prepared pasta one floor below. Pearly cum pools quivered atop the stuttered exhalations of her own orgasm, juices snaking from her distended pink slit. Popstar posters needled his skewed moral compass, yet she remained exactly what he needed. Someone vivacious. Eager. Uncomplicated. Lucia’s wide-eyed innocence echoed the Manga du...

There's comparative silence in the featureless hotel room. That will soon change. Strip for me. Kneel. There on the floor beyond the bed. Hold my belt in your upturned palms for me, while I circle you. Appraise you. Mmm, so pretty. Now cup one hand between your legs and collect every drip as I spank you with this belt. Yes, right now. I want to mark you. Hear you gasp as the leather slices the air and cracks against your...

The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wives glare, sensing their mate’s lust for me. I’m the bitch; they’re the unneutered dogs, outlines of their erections visible in some of the pants I pass. But I’m no longer...

Despite its strangling grip, I’m attempting to outrun the darkness again, as futile as that may be. Even when the sun shines, I feel no warmth. But what choice do I have? No one sees the tempestuous clouds hanging over my world, urging me to think there’s no hope. But I refuse to give in to despair. And so, I tell myself, This time will be different. I glance down at my sandals. They are clearly the wrong choice as I stum...