I watched as Ken's little red sports car disappeared from view, and then I carried my bag and the notebook he'd given me into the house. As I emptied my bag into a laundry basket, I thought about Ken's offer and decided I needed to tell Daddy about it whe...
"Holy fuck!" I heard Junior exclaim as my tiny black string bikini came into view, a sliver of fabric that held the top tight around my chest and the thong bottom that left little to the imagination. I was sure that the younger Sacks would be joining me s...
I can barely hear Jacob on the other end of the phone, despite having it pressed against my ear so hard it hurts. For him, the cacophony created by New York City streets is just white noise. After two years in this place, I'm still struggling. The engines...
I watched the photographer work, his subject’s wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to the wooden baulks of a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Naked, except for black holdup stockings, her pussy was waxed clean, and her golden hair framed a face scrunched in displea...
Kate is in the shower, her body all wet and soaped up. While she keeps her pussy lips spread open, she carefully lets her razor run over the inside of her lips. Today she wants her pussy to be as smooth as ever, not a hair to be visible even from a close-...
Looking at porn sites of old amateur grannies, I often wondered how they got those old birds of seventy-plus to pose for pornographic cunt and tits shots? And what was more intriguing, how did they get them to piss, suck cocks, and have anal sex? I suppos...
The ITguy picked her up at the airport, greeting her with a hug that swung her off her feet. She was wearing light coloured jeans, with black thigh high suede boots, which almost reached her crotch. She had on a sheer white blouse, with a tweed men's jack...
CLICK! the shutter goes, eternalizing a brief glimpse of time burnt into the photodetector of my Nikon. Any other day, I’d be afraid that the prominent clattering of the mirror making way for the light and homing in on its idle position would spoil the mo...
The musty stench of mold, mildew, and who knows what else was only partially covered by the hundred or so sticks of burning incense. Photography lights burned into our retinas, blinding us, and the crumpled tarps on the filthy floor may have hidden the di...
Emotions, contradicting and at odds with one another, ran roughshod through my soul. Feeling extremely foolish and out of place, I took stock of the most prevalent ones. Intimidation, discomfort, anguish, and regret flowed through my shaking, quivering bo...
With Brenda’s “humble abode” tour now over, we went to see how Paula was getting along with Clare’s makeup and hair. It had been the best part of an hour since we had last seen her. As we walked, I tentatively mentioned to Brenda that I was interested in...
Janet was eighteen years old and still a virgin when she went on a working holiday to Guernsey. When she returned four weeks later she was a young woman completely at ease with her sexuality and her body - and she was no longer a virgin. She had enrolled...
The day was like any other, the assignment was to photograph Robert in the studio. We never met, a businessman from a nearby town, he saw my ad for photography services on Facebook. Typical assignment, business portraiture for marketing his real estate bu...
Summer 1946. It was another hot day. Timmy’s tie was still in his pocket, and his dress shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up. His bare chest glistened with sweat. This neighborhood of East Los Angeles didn’t help. The houses fille...
Dating had always been a difficult thing for me. I was always envious of all those other men, with their great lines and unshakable demeanors. I was not a part of that fraternity. I was always the guy that saw the stunning woman and said nothing, only thi...
