This is completely true. It was on my birthday, as we were dressing to go out to dinner, that my wife Anna decided, for some reason I never have understood, to tell me about her sex life before we met. It was a lurid tale, but luckily for her I am not a jealous guy. When Anna (not her real name) turned sixteen, she and her friend Jean decided they were sick of being virgins, especially since all their friends at the large...

It’s a dark and muggy night. Clouds cover this sky, the orangish glow of the city lights reflects upon the puddles in the street, only disturbed by the occasional droplet of water. A man driving around the seemingly empty yet busy streets. Busy with drug deals, scantily dressed woman walking around waiting for a car to pull over to them. The man scanning every one of them, looking them up and down slowly. He notices one s...

It would be cliché to say that I saw her the moment she walked in the door, just as it would be both cliché and trite to say that it was love at first sight. Both would also be untrue. The truth is that I have no idea when she walked in; I was sitting at the bar, my back to the door, watching a football game, and I barely noticed her when she slid onto the bar stool two places to my left. Bored and horny after a sexless w...

The brunette paused by the full length mirror in the hallway. The cream satin blouse fell to her rounded hips the opening stopped just short of her plump cleavage, the smooth folds contrasted nicely with the tight black skirt, black fishnet stockings and heels. She straightened the wide black belt around her waist, pulled the blouse out a little from the belt and smiled. Five hundred Euros an hour bought style and sophist...

The traffic started to bank up in front of him. Finally, he slid around the side street into the alleyway out back to park. His black Porsche would be safe here under the security cameras in Sasha’s carpark. That was another reason he enjoyed coming to her establishment. He just wished he could remember that girl’s name. Was it Sylvia, Lauren, or maybe even Louise? He paid the $200 at the door to Sasha. “Louise is the thi...

I had just retrieved the mail from my mailbox in front of the house when my neighbors came out of their house. I waved in greeting and the husband waved back but his wife walked across their yard towards me so I went to meet her. “Hi, Carol," I said, "what are you guys up to today?”  “We’re on the way to the airport to pick up my sister, Karen. She’s coming to visit for a week or so.” “That’s nice,” I said and she looked...

You're a dirty little whore,You're a slutty plaything.From your 'fuck me' red lipsto your 'fuck me' high heels. Smokey ciggy perched between those glossy lips. Dirty blonde hair smells like old cigarettes. Sheer black blouse reveals a slutty red bra. Ribbon laced corset boosts your tits up too far. Laddered fishnet stockings from your toes to your thighs. Black leather mini in the smallest damn size. I catch your eye and...

Jon Douglas had been married for almost twelve years. He was pretty happy; he had a decent job, enough money to support his wife, whom he loved. But their sex life wasn’t great. To be honest it had never been that good at the start of their relationship. She was a bit too timid, even shy. This was why he had, for the past four years or so, visited hookers on a fairly regular basis. He liked to act out his fantasies with a...