Kiss Me Kate

"Kate is a fun girl who likes a good spanking"

Kate never complained that I made an improper suggestion, and she never said I was touching her inappropriately. In fact, she encouraged it. She was a sex worker. She worked in a basement flat near Baker Street. It was handy...

Sex Worker

""Work Hard, Play Harder""

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...

Adventures Of A Half-Orc Whore, pt.II: The Colour of Sex Magic

"Race: Half-orc, Class: Whore, Skills: all of them"

"I'm sorry, did you say you need an 'adventuring companion?'" she asked incredulously. "Mistress Globb, does this guy know he's in a whorehouse?"Her halfling boss shrugged."My team and I are embarking on a short-term quest in the mountains," the fellow...

Here Cum The Yanks

"Virgin G.I. Walter gets a lesson in all things French from prostitute Marie"

It had been a long three months for nineteen-year-old Private Walter Houston, after landing in one of the later waves at Normandy in June 1944 he had been fighting on and off through the hedgerows of rural France and they...

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 31

"Years later as an adult, would you pay money to have sex with your old high school crush?"

Holy smokes.Donald Stanlick lifted his gaze and met Lindsay Anastacio’s eyes as they crinkled at the corners.“Welcome to my humble abode.” She motioned toward the all-pink bedroom before shifting her focus to Donald’s paunchy arms as they were crossed tight...

The Hooker, Her Client, His Wife, and Their Divorce

"A California trophy couple split up on Valentine's Day, but not before a torrid send-off with the husband's favorite escort"

Valentine’s Day, 1994. Redondo Beach, California.When I got home from the dealership, my wife, Suzanne, was not there. Instead, there was a note on the kitchen island, written in her girly, flourished handwriting on a monogrammed note card, the ones...