I could hear soft moans from our bedroom and for a split second thought that Lizzy might very well have company. Of the intimate kind. I cautiously opened the door a tad to see my delicious younger wife alone and on her back in the buff. Her slender pins were wide open, her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted seductively. The afternoon sun filtered through the net curtains and shady stripes made her slim body seem...

My nipples were hard, but it was not due to the cold Berlin morning. I was walking the short three lovely historic blocks from my hotel to meet my precious Kate at her new job. And I had been horny for it since arriving late last night from London. The rooms were in a posh part of the city on the third floor of a rugged old banking building that had survived the Great War only to be converted into loft space in the nineti...

I sit in the green room, waiting. I feel sick from the restless butterflies, and I'm wringing my hands while staring at an exit door that I'm only a hair's breadth away from walking out of. That's a lie. I wouldn't walk. I'd kick off my black heels and run as fast as I could to put the pressure, waiting for me in the studio next door, behind me. I wonder how I let myself get wrapped up in this, despite having so much to l...

The next day flew by. Lady Penelope was surprisingly nervous and yet excited at the thought of taking part posing in her first adult film. Butterflies were doing summersaults in her stomach as she got ready in her bedroom. Once she was ready, she made her way to the main drawing room which had been adorned with a replaceable patterned linoleum and two large area rugs. The furniture was in matching sets, which included sev...

When the sun went down on the tenth day since I had opened up to Christian about my secret past in pornography, he still had not called. He had texted a couple of times in reply to me, but it was bland stuff like, “How was your day?” and “College going ok?”. After our conversation, he’d said, “Will you understand if I take some time to think? I’m not breaking things off. But this is kind of a shock, Roser. It doesn’t soun...

“Happy Birthday, Roser!” My mum led the toast. My dad, my mum, and my circle of close friends from college all clinked glasses. “Here’s to many more,” said Maria, who I sat next to in class and was the best friend I’d made there. We sat next to each other in lectures. We went to museums and historical sites together. We were going to see Coldplay in May. “Thank you!” I had another reason to celebrate, though I was not abo...

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I would like to make it clear that I, Roser. P of Madrid, deny the accusation that I had sex with four men in twenty-four hours. One, I admit to. I would consider a plea bargain whereby I cop to two. But Roser. P made love to, at most, two of those men. The others went with Joana La Loca. Now, I already hear the cries of, “Objection!” from the opposing bench. They will counter that I AM J...

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” “Merry Christmas!” We all clinked glasses, my parents, my brother and I. “Here’s to health, wealth and happiness!” said my dad. I smiled inwardly. Two of those things had improved substantially for me of late. I had made nearly three thousand dollars by making three adult videos since September. I’d engaged in a threesome. I’d been sodomised for the first time. I’d had a wild fuck in a step-fa...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...

“If you do something to help me, you’ll get a blowjob tonight,” I said down the phone. “There isn’t much you can ask for I’ll turn down on those terms!” Roberto said, as I’d expected. “The only stipulation is that you aren’t allowed to ask why I want you to help me with this. Do we have a deal?” “Absolutely!” I’d met Roberto in the lecture hall. He’d been exiting his social studies class; I’d been entering for my lecture...

Weekend, Saturday afternoon. The sun was shining brightly in the sky over Los Angeles. All the bars and restaurants were full of people, mostly tourists. Children played in the streets. Sexy women paraded in swimsuits on the beach, tempting equally sexy men walking around with naked torsos. Party music was playing here and there. The whole world seemed immersed in a sense of freedom from all obligations. A few kilometers...

“Cut! Cut! Cut!” “For fuck sake, Brenda, do I really need to remind you? Lift. Your. Fucking. Ass! I need to see your butthole in the shot. And you, whatsisface, Barry? Is this your first time? You’re not fucking your girlfriend here dammit, we’re making a goddamn movie. Is it too much to ask, for you to just move your hip to the side? So maybe the camera can also get to see her cunt too? It’s like I’m working with fuckin...