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...

"That was amazing." "Yeah." "I mean, you really know your stuff." "Thanks babe." Nadine clasped her bra. "I hope I wasn't too rough. I can be an animal sometimes," Stanley boasted. "Really?" she laughed. "Well, I'm a little tired today." "Sure baby. I know how it is." She pulled on her thigh-highs. Stanley sat up in bed, wearing his undershirt and brown socks. After an uncomfortable pause, "I could really use a drink. Wan...

Detention Lara, as Laurence Little called herself while en femme, muted the Beast and mulled his proclamation banning travel from China. Her parents’ trip to visit her mom’s family in Wuhan, scheduled to end days later, would be indefinitely extended. So she could continue live streaming softcore femboi porn to her coterie of fans from the comfort of her bedroom. She tweeted “live show at 5 pm ET,” took off her make-up an...

As far as motel rooms go, this looked like a very nice one. The mattress appeared to be new, the décor was very modern, and all the light bulbs worked, at least the ones that were turned on. I was making these observations while a truck driver named Jerry was fucking me doggie style, carrying on about how I was his “little princess slut” and “little baby fuck hole.” I could only imagine that where Jerry was from, both wer...

I met with Tabby on two other occasions after meeting her that night at the professor's. It was evident that after our third encounter that neither of us really knew where to take this relationship and mutually decided it was best to end our little fling. I was not heartbroken at all. I knew things would eventually run dry with her. As winter came along, most of my weekends were spent alone. Sal and Sophie were typically...

As a prelude to the story, let us review what you might not know about long distance runner's outfits.That work was just outside the Purdue Campus. The time period was the hippie-dippy era of 1970. The wife was a laboratory department head in life sciences at Purdue. She did the standard duties and kept the labs in order. On breaks and coming to and from work, she ran – in a nicely abbreviated outfit. Everyone on campus k...

My relationship with part-time City College campus hooker Nora Meara had started in a very bizarre way. We had completed a transaction of exchanging a term paper (written by me) for a blowjob from her. I had meekly agreed to all of her terms. But she just couldn’t leave it at that and keep her mouth shut when we met one night at a college newspaper office. She had to insult me too. I was really triggered when she slapped...

Veronica was a top producer at one of the most elite brothels in Nevada. Sometimes men would wait several hours for the opportunity to see her, ignoring the propositions of less popular girls. This natural beauty had a seductive aura about her, an asset that nullified any need to flaunt or strut to get attention. She dressed conservatively for a prostitute, disdaining flash in favor of secretarial styles with a sexy flair...

I heard footsteps behind me, running. I turned to look and was grabbed. A hand came round and clamped over my mouth, the other one circled my waist. He must have been hiding behind a bush in one of the front gardens. I wriggled and struggled, but the arm round my waist was just too tight, but I had one arm almost free. I remembered a few self-defence lessons I’d learnt and I knew I should use my free arm to try to startle...

My day really begins when she leaves her apartment across the street. When I see her in the morning, it appears like she has so much positivity that she dances out of the front door to the small café nearby. That is how elegant she is in every way she moves. She doesn’t look like a sex worker. Like a prostitute. To me she is not prostituting herself, she is not working, she is not doing this for something as vulgar and pl...

Receipt (s) Among the dirty laundry And cigarette butts That basketball shot and Missed the ashtray After being put out on my skin   Evidence of our time together Dingy carbon paper Smeared credit card number All left legible was the four   We bought magnum condoms Pack of smokes Bubble tape bubble gum Two bottles of Fanta And a bag of Pork Rinds All that there scrawled and  Faded on the crumbled receipt Laying like a pin...

The following day was when the papers were due. I was already sitting there when Nora came bopping in. Later that year, I would see Young Frankenstein, and how she had moved reminded me of Madeline Kahn’s entrance into a bedroom. That was the scene late in the film where Peter Boyle is trying to read The Wall Street Journal. I thought, Nora, try to be a little more subtle. She plopped into the seat right next to me – she...