Paul ended the call with a “I’ll be back in town late afternoon tomorrow. Roast chicken would be good.” No “I love you” or even “I miss you.” Was I now simply the good reverend’s cook? Some background: We met eleven years ago in Cincinnati. Paul was a theology student at Concordia Seminary, hoping to become an Anglican pastor. I was a junior majoring in elementary education and attending St. Catherine’s, just across the s...

Kurt did his best to satisfy me in the confines of the crew cab. I didn’t know it then, but over time I learned that many guys after cumming just plain lose interest and are ready to hit the road. Kurt was different. He hiked up his jeans and folded his monster back into its lair. He scooted over, his left knee on the floorboard and his right between my spraddled thighs. He leaned forward and gently placed his hands on my...

It took me more than a week to finally start walking normally. Kurt had used and abused both my pussy and asshole. I was so cautious, that Paul asked more than once if I was OK. My response was, “I pulled a hammie while jogging. Finally, by day seven, I could do some stretching and light running. I really needed to get out and about. If I sat at home, I fantasized about having not only Kurt’s beautiful cock in my three ho...

I felt like a skank after letting Sean use me in the stable and then toss me aside like a piece of trailer trash. I had gone far out of my way to find lust (yes, lust not love); so I suppose I got what I deserved. On one hand, I didn't want to feel cheap after every orgasm; but I still wanted, no needed, physical contact and sexual gratification. I decided to put my whoring around (let's be honest, that's what it was) on...

I don’t know exactly what I expected. I called the number Richard had given me at the adult arcade and reached his voice mail. I left a vague message. It was now Sunday, three days later and Richard hadn’t returned my call. Chalk it up to just another “Rich guy fucks a trailer trash skank and then jokes about it at the club.” I sighed, then took a sip of my Earl Grey Breakfast tea. What had happened to my life? I loved my...