It had taken only two weeks for Olivia to assemble a group of twelve submissive women who were not only willing but excited about being part of Darko’s Submissive Slut Auction. It had been ridiculously easy, which surprised her. Who knew that many women fantasized about being bid on by wealthy men to be used for their pleasure? Liv had convinced Darko to use the term slut instead of slave. She thought it would seem more a...

All night long, your hand has been pushed against my thigh. The fact that you want to touch me in public, at all, is fascinating. Displays of public affection are prevalent. However, the proximity of your touch to my inner thigh may be off-putting to certain people. It makes no difference to me at all. Your touch is very soothing. When you put your hands on me, it is the best sensation in the world. You know I cannot and...

After that first time (or times, plural) with Mark, I somehow felt even more insatiable. We continued with sexting and phone sex mostly, out of necessity. But then, Mark started coming by my apartment on his way to and/or from work on days when I was home and had the place to myself, telling his wife he had to go in early or stay late. Sometimes I would end up running late to class or scrambling to switch a shift at work...

I walked into the club. I was restless. It had been two months since I was alone. There had to be an end to the madness. I could do this, right? I could be alone. I was a grown woman with a heart, gifts, and a need. I looked around the place. Ybor City. It’s just a wicked little town by Tampa that was restless from morning until night. The club wasn’t classy by any means, it was just odd. It fed my soul. Sometimes you nee...

Work sucks, let's be honest. That's not to say I'm not lucky. My current job is the best I've ever had, but it's never going to be my passion. I won't ever be one of those rare people who wake up each morning full of beans and excited about going to work. Or at least so I thought. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jason, a man in my mid-forties, Irish, 5' 11' tall, and I'd describe myself as rocking a full dad-bod and salt and...

Lately, I’ve been seeing sex everywhere. I’ve never felt so insatiable or reached this level of desperation. My pussy throbs all day long and it keeps me up at night as I masturbate multiple times before finally falling asleep. I feel self-conscious that my thoughts must be apparent. People I work with, other parents at daycare pick up, and strangers I pass on the street must know my dirty secret. They have to notice me s...

I was sitting, buck naked in the driver's seat of my dad's Land Rover Discovery 4 (I was able to use it while my olds were stranded in Queensland), feeling on top of the world. I'd just been resoundingly fucked, cargirl style, by Naisha, a lovely Indian girl I had gotten to know through Jules, who was an equally lovely red-head I'd met at university. Both were naked and sitting on the backseat, replaying the video that Ju...

Sabrina thought that this painting course would make her feel better. She envisioned walking into the class, picking up a brush, and bam, the huge hole she felt inside her would be filled. She had married young. People told her she should wait but who can tell a twenty-two-year-old what to do? Fifteen years had flown by. She understood the normal ebbs and flows of life. She was now thirty-seven, the large loud family that...

We decided to skip the photo lab after class. It was just too hot, and the idea of a dip in the lake sounded good. Claudia, Christoph, and I met up by the shore. He with his bike, me with my proudest possession, an old Mercedes. Just another guy who had a driving license before ever having a girlfriend. Claudia rode with me. We were the three photo geeks in class who gave old Mr Gruber the feeling that the world was still...

Within a week of starting my hooking gigs, a lot of guys at CCNY had my home phone number and I’d arrange many of my transactions through that medium. Sometimes I’d still do it the old-fashioned street prostitute way. I’d lounge around inside the Finley Student Center or just stand outside that building or maybe Wagner Wall, and invariably some dude would approach me. My first ever customer, that Greg with the big Ford, p...

I glance at the clock. 7:17 am. “Shit. I’m running late — again,” I say aloud. Ugh. I quickly throw my lunch in my red work bag, slip into my nude pumps, and start to rush out the door. Midway through the door, I realize, I forgot my coffee. Just get it, I tell myself. OK, OK. Two seconds. With a couple steps, I grab the canteen and rush out the door. The storm door swings back at me as I am rushing and I feel something y...