Casting Stories

So, there I was, eighteen and suddenly a little less sexually inexperienced: completely naked, in a cabin on a ferry, having come in a complete stranger’s mouth – anyone’s mouth, in fact – for the first time. The guy, Mark, got to his feet, having swallowed my load, and adjusted his cock in his trousers. He clearly had a raging hard-on which I could see the shape of in his jeans. “It looks like HE’S very awake now!” I jok...

Not long turned eighteen, I was travelling home from boarding school in England to Belgium, where my father was stationed. I usually flew as it was paid for, but this time I'd fancied a change and got the train to Dover on the South Coast and the ferry to Zeebrugge. It was train journey after that, followed by a short metro, to get home. I’d taken the ferry a bunch of times, and it took a few hours, plus the time either s...

Daniel is a nice guy, with one flaw; he loves fucking and is not above deceiving women to get them to spread their legs. His parents died when he was nine and he was left with a large trust fund that began when he turned eighteen. One-hundred grand a year for three years, increasing every year thereafter. He’d always had success with women, but getting them to bed did take a lot of effort. There was a time when he paid fo...

Part 1 - Anna June was the happiest and saddest month of my life. Graduating from university with a Bachelor of Science degree and being accepted by my hometown medical school made it the happiest, but my mom’s diminishing health and lack of money made it the saddest. Even with grants, I was already deep in debt and was going to go further in debt with the cost of medical school. I’d already calculated the depth of my deb...

After moving to Los Angeles, finding a steady job was not quite as easy as I had imagined. I found myself bouncing from one production to another as a production assistant for low budget movies, television shows, and commercials. Trust me - it sounds way more impressive than it actually is. My biggest issue was that it seemed to be a club of insiders and the idea of it ‘not being what you know, but who you know’ was more...

Deena’s Story Tears ran down my face as I walked up the garden path towards our new house. Blinded by the sadness, I couldn’t find the keyhole as the key scraped over the brass lock. My shoulders shuddered while I let out another cry for help. “Toby!” The door opened and I fell into the arms of my love. “Fuckin hell... what’s up with you, Rainy Face?” I didn’t know how to tell him. So I just spilled the words from my mout...