"A young street whore is used by an unusual client"
I’m parked down the street, watching them as they hang about on the street corner. As each car passes, they look up and if it slows down, they preen like parrots trying to attract attention. I glance down at my...
"Emily continues to work to pay for her schooling."
I woke up just after noon. My next shift at the restaurant wasn’t till 4:00 pm so I stayed in bed a little longer. I pulled out the bag I kept next to bed to hold the money I had...
"A woman enjoys being used like a prostitute"
I didn’t recognize the girl moaning like that. How could she sink so low? She didn’t even respond to her own name. A man could say, “slut,” and she’d go to him. Another could say, “Whore,” and she’d crawl to...
"'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, a creature was stirring."
“There is a beast in man that must be exercised, not exorcised.”-The Satanic Bible***It was Christmas Eve, and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do. A job he dreaded.He stood at an iron door in the side...
"A three part series of unexpected events in what began as an ordinary life."
Just when the world seemed settled, the unpredicted hit Howard straight between the eyes. Like the weather, he was on a rollercoaster. Nothing stayed the same. There were only a few things he was sure of, like night follows day...
"Desperate times call for desperate measures..."
I moved to Amsterdam when I was eighteen and just like you I expected the typical stereotypes that surrounded the city. I expected every street corner to be filled with prostitutes and every coffee shop to reek of weed. However,...
"A hooker's work is never done"
The car grew silent as the motor’s hum faded. It was an eerie feeling, the air inside heavy and full of expectation. It was always like that, and Mallory associated this quiet moment with the sex that always followed. Weeks...
"A redhaired, sixteen-year-old twink discovers that grown men will pay to have sex with him."
My childhood was a little traumatic, growing up in a working-class family in South Boston in the 1990s. My mother and father are both pure-blooded, Irish Catholics, and I inherited their pale skin, freckles, and bright red hair. I was...
"A tale of lesbian seduction overlaid with very human drama, set in the city of Rome."
The brunette paused by the full length mirror in the hallway. The cream satin blouse fell to her rounded hips the opening stopped just short of her plump cleavage, the smooth folds contrasted nicely with the tight black skirt, black...
"Sophie's afternoon takes an unexpected turn."
My name is Sophie. I was born Sophie Roberts and later became Mrs. Pendleton, and if I'm honest, I know I have a life that many would be jealous of. My father is rich, not only rich but disgustingly wealthy...