Paying for sex Stories

It was 8:40 as I approached the veranda table, five minutes before Tommy had told me to arrive and just twenty minutes before closing time. The brightly lit courts stood empty, their usual energy replaced by an eerie stillness. Not a single person was in sight. Gloria and I had been in this exact spot twenty-four hours ago, and it was the same table I had shared with the ladies during this afternoon's practice. My heart p...

Pulling out of the garage, my self-consciousness about my new outfit intensified as I began the ten-minute trek through the neighborhood toward the tennis courts. Despite wavering in the garage about whether to change into something less revealing, I held my ground, determined not to let my husband’s negative opinion strip away my remaining self-confidence. The Florida humidity had already coated my freckled body in a she...

It was late when I showed up at Trent's house, still wearing my work uniform. I'd spent my entire shift at the café trying to imagine every possible scenario that could unfold tonight. Finally, I told myself to get over my wounded pride so I could focus on giving this man exactly what he was paying for. As to why he insisted on paying me a shitload, I had no idea, but I was determined to keep my feelings out of our arrang...