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 ran the towel over his head, drying his short thinning hair while absent-mindedly watching his shadowy reflection in the fogged mirror. He wiped the glass with his bare h...

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 got up and pulled a towel around her naked body. As she stumbled to the door, she felt a moderate soreness in her knees, which she assumed was due to the business of the pr...

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 wouldn’t have enough left over after she paid this week’s rent to the motel manager. She shrugged; it was just another problem that she would have to deal with later. When...

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, we planned to go to the Holy Grail of bachelor party meccas – Las Vegas. I was twenty-eight years old and spent the months leading up to his wedding working all the over...

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 nearing pure perfection, with a toned body and an excellent 34 DD rack. And she had just the right touch of honeyed pubes over her perpetually hungry muff. She was wealthy and...

I represented an offshore company and managed their convention booths in the United States. I was married at the time and was often horny. Usually, the wildest thing I did was go to gentlemen’s clubs in various cities and then back to the hotel room to masturbate. The truth was, I was cautious and afraid to pay a lady for her time, living instead with the fantasy. In Vegas, prostitutes were everywhere, and it was fun watc...

I toss my phone on the bed and hurry to the door. “Who is it?” “Room service, sir.” Disappointment, then relief. At least everything will be ready when she arrives. “Just a sec.” I unlock the door and welcome a penguin and his cart into my room. He can't be more than seventeen years old. He looks uncomfortable in his hotel-issued tuxedo. He stands silent beside me as I inspect the bounty. A heaping bowl of fresh fruit wit...

It wasn’t an easy decision to make that afternoon, but when it came down to it, she had no option but to take it. Mark had sat across the table from her waiting for her response to his question about her fantasies. There were so many she didn’t really know where to start, she was also shy about telling a stranger about her innermost sexual desires. Some desires might be taken as depraved and those that didn’t could make h...