Leslie nervously waited for word from the agency about whether she would have a second interview. She thought she did okay during her first interview but she also wasn't sure what the agency was looking for. She was ready to go out and start mass applying to whatever “normal” jobs were advertising if the answer was bad, even though she wasn't sure they would be able to cover her expenses. Two days after her initial interv...

Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes. Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation...

Mikhail Ivanovych Artemenko, to most people, was Mischa, a carpenter who lived in Toronto with his extended family. However, in another life, Mischa had been held in a Soviet prison for ten years. His father had been a dissident in Ukraine who moved the family to America, but Mischa had found ways to piss off the KGB in several corners of the earth throughout his life. When he was in prison, he did horrible things to surv...

Hum my name before we say goodbye the neo-blues hit single song was playing with the pops and crackles on the vinyl player in his bedroom. Angelo took his fedora off and sat on his bed, slowly slipping off his shoes. He felt it. He felt it for the last time. An Erection. There was no time to call a working girl over from the Midnight District. But he knew this was the last erection he would ever have. He knew it in the wa...

A text promising eighty quid for 30 minutes had got him here, in this room, for what no doubt would be the sharply monitored duration of half an hour, not a second more, with the woman who answered the door in black stiletto court heels and white satin bra and panties. £80 30 mins OWO, A Levels, Sex with Condom, GFE, PSE. That's what it said on the Vivastreet profile, the one he'd been perusing on and off for the last few...

Things had gone from bad to worse. To say I had dug myself into a deep hole would be an understatement. Marge had turned my day to day life to a hell on earth. If I was not doing her work for her, I was doing her personal chores, anything from picking up her lunch to walking her dogs. She wasn't the only one that was hard to deal with. Kendall had kept accurate to her words; there wasn't a minute of the day where she wasn...

I’m waiting patiently outside the nice hotel room for him to answer the door. I was told he is tall, white, with black hair and soft eyes. That was the customer’s exact description. I’ve never had a client who described his eyes as soft, so I am definitely intrigued. My boss told me that this is a new client and that he’s never been with an escort. That is why he recommended me since apparently I am the sweetest and most...

My mother and I had a very special relationship. We were closer than most mothers and daughters ever become. We were best friends, confidants. We shared our most intimate thoughts and feelings. Nothing was taboo or off limits when we talked. I'm forty-something and my mom's fifty-something but we still have that relationship today. My own daughter, Rachel, and I have the same relationship. Sex plays an essential role in m...