Prostitution is one of the oldest professions, and sex for money is the theme of this category.
Stories are likely to feature characters and scenarios containing the likes of escorts, gigolos, hookers, strippers, happy ending massages, cashed up sugar daddies, cam models, gay for pay, millionaires, and indecent proposals.
As I drove into the town of Santa Ana, I was excited about the opportunities today might bring. My new position in the cartel meant I now had greater respect from the various people I supervised. Many of these people were young women whom I termed ‘Sinalo...
As I drove into the town of Santa Ana, I was excited about the opportunities today might bring. My new position in the cartel meant I now had greater respect from the various people I supervised. Many of these people were young women whom I termed ‘Sinalo...
I have l loved strip clubs since the first time I went into one, back in my early twenties. I somehow missed the experience while in college, so my first time was driving home from a business trip. I saw the sign and made an impulse decision to stop. I en...
Ernesto brushed his teeth with extra vigour that day, then he scraped his tongue. He combed his hair, cut his nails and then put on his best clothes. This was his big day. He was sure of it. Today, after four years, the beautiful love story of Ernesto and...
It took me a long time to find Chase. My inquiries into hiring a male escort had to be discreet, especially since he wouldn't be escorting me anywhere except the bedroom. More than once, I thought I'd finally found someone suitable, only to be disappointe...
Bob was so bored and fed up that he contemplated cutting his wrists to liven up his day! The weather in Barcelona had been atrocious for the past two days and nights. It was January, after all, and January in Northern Spain can be brutal, but he didn't re...
“What is that?”, Daniel asks looking down at a peculiar long mane of hair in the passenger footwell. “It’s Suzie’s ponytail hair extension,” Diane confirms taking a quick look from the driver’s side. “You remember, she borrowed the car last week,” Diane c...
Bob had a love-and-hate thing going with Warsaw. He loved the hard-working stoicism of the people who had endured so much pain and suffering throughout the ages and always came back stronger. He had a lot of time for the Polish people. He hated the steril...
Bob was footloose in Cordoba, Argentina. It is a beautiful city with many interesting places to visit. The cathedral in the large central piazza is a shining example of Spanish colonial architecture at its best, and it would take him a good while to tire...
A knock on the door woke Kim from a deep sleep. She glanced at her phone. It was only 7 a.m., which was way too early given that her last customer hadn’t left until 3 a.m. She rolled over to sleep again, but the knock sounded once again. Grumbling, she go...
Kim cursed as she turned into the motel parking lot. The front axle on her reddish 2016 Dodge Journey was making clunking noises again, like it had been doing almost every day for the past month. The mechanic had said it would cost around $750, but she wo...
I was already eighteen when I got to college, and as you know, I'd been enjoying sex for a couple years. There were the parties - me and other girls and whatever guys came along. Shirly and I met at a fraternity party, coming out of the basement area wher...
1971, New York City I scraped the heel of my boot on the concrete, afraid to look at what I’d stepped in on the dimly lit street that smelled of piss and booze. Sounds of grunting came from the shadows and crevices even a cop wouldn’t dare investigate. An...
Morning came within seconds of going to bed. We had coffee and toast, then I got ready to go to Overton. When I got to Overton, it was nine-fifteen. I had time to kill, so I went to the local diner for a cup of coffee. As I sat there watching the steam ri...
Stuart stood in the queue in the coffee shop scanning for a glimpse of the redhead. He saw her notice him and then quickly drop her head to put the lid on the coffee cup. Stuart was sure he saw a smirk on her face. “Your Americano,” she glanced at the cup...
It was the summer of 1977. The Sex Pistols were sailing down the Thames singing “God Save the Queen” and throwing the British public into apoplexy. Meanwhile, a group of art students stood on the stage of the Dog and Duck pub in Huddersfield and introduce...
