The dim light of the club flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls of the private room. Renee's breath came in shallow gasps as she leaned back against the plush cushions, her body still humming with the remnants of her last encounter with Malik. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to see Amber, a woman with a mischievous glint in her eye and a confident stride. "Ready for something new?" Amber as...

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "Tyrell..." He reached her, his presence filling the space around her. "Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice gentle yet insistent. Renée nodded, unable to speak. She followed him out of the club and into the cool night air. They walked in silence for a few moments, the city lights casting a warm glow around them. Finally, they stopped at a secluded corner of a nearby park, the soft h...

Tyrell lounged on his couch, scrolling through his phone, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The past months had been a whirlwind of new faces and new experiences. Eighteen women had graced his bed, each one leaving a unique mark on his memory. But there was still something missing—a certain kind of thrill that he hadn't quite recaptured since his younger days. He craved the ultimate euphoria, the kind that only a min...

Tyrell wiped the sweat from his bald head, then slipped the black chef’s apron over his head and fastened its ties at the back. The tapes hung down and tickled his naked butt, which made him smirk. He studied his reflection in the long mirror in the bedroom he shared with Vanessa. From the front, she would detect nothing amiss. He’d admit that top chefs wore shoes to cook, and probably a shirt, no matter how finely chisel...

Tallulah means "leaping water". The name is believed to have originated from the Choctaw language, meaning "leaping water" or "waterfall." It is a name that is both symbolic and spiritual, representing the power and beauty of nature. I am Tallulah, I'm nineteen and I work at a men’s club where I strip and dance the pole. My body is a work of art, every inch of me is crafted to perfection. My love for movement and dance is...

I was born in 1951. So this is a story of how things were before cell phones and the Internet, in an era of almost zero available sexual knowledge and even parents hesitated to talk to their kids about sex. I learned from rumors and friends' tall tales. To compound the problem, I was a late bloomer, a naïve, immature man-child. I was only 5’10”, 190 lbs as a high school senior, not maturing until my sophomore year of coll...

I was at home feeling unwell, so I spent the day in bed. Tracey had to go to work and would not be home until at least seven that evening. She made sure I had a hot drink before she left and a water bottle to keep me hydrated during the day. Before she left, she said, "I have asked Maggie to drop in on you during the day just in case you need anything." I said, "Okay, but why would you think I need her?" Tracey replied, "...

I can't help but chuckle at the knock on the door, interrupting our intimate moment. With a playful grin, I plant a quick kiss, give her a wink, and playfully smack her on the rear as I move to answer it. Her gaze lingers on me, making me wonder if she's noticed my earlier distraction with the phone. Little does she know; this surprise is just the beginning. As I let the trolley in, I make sure to shield our nakedness fro...