Sophia, twenty-two years old, and Phoebe, two years younger, were waiting for the Mississippi steamboat at the St. Louis dock in the Summer of 1836. They knew that some of the male passengers would be interested in what they had to sell. The girls were selling an hour of their time above a sleazy saloon along the riverfront. They expected to spend that hour on their back or on their knees in exchange for a few dollars. Th...

On April 1st, 1848, Glenda Hutchins and Louise Grantham stepped out of their boarding house on the New York City waterfront where they had spent the night, like they had just about every night for the past two years, entertaining sailors who came through the port. They entered a small waterfront restaurant, which catered to the sailors and dockworkers. Perhaps there was one or two who’d like some morning amusement. “Glen,...

Hortense explained to me what she meant by “kept man.” “It sounds exciting, but I have a job, and the lease on my apartment doesn’t expire for three more months.” "Let’s start with your job. Are you familiar with Ehrlich, Ehrlich and Ehrlich?” “Of course, they’re one of my company’s competitors.” “I think you’d be a great assistant manager for Ehrlich at five or six times your current salary.” “You could do that?” “I own...

This is Yvonne. One Happy Hour, MaryAlice and I were joined by an acquaintance, Mrs. Hortense Barrington-Smythe. She was as stuck up as her name sounds. I say acquaintance, and not friend, because no one could ever be friends with Hortense Barrington-Smythe. She always threw her wealth, the wealth she had married into, and then divorced, in everyone’s face. I say married into, but in fact, it’s more appropriate to say fuc...

If you read my fantasy (Part 1), you know that Yvonne was teaching me, an inexperienced twenty-three-year-old young man, how to eat pussy. And you also know that Yvonne was forty-five. Apparently, I’m a quick learner, and within weeks, I was doing everything Yvonne asked for. According to her, my technique was excellent. And because of my age, my stamina was sometimes more than she could handle. Sometimes she begged me to...

Coming of age in the early 1960s, I was a virgin when I graduated from college. My only experience was my senior year when a girl let me feel her tits through her bra. You have to remember those times. People met, fell in love, got married, THEN had sex. It was a June Cleaver, Donna Reed world. Not like today, where people have sex, have sex, think about getting married, decide not to, but still have sex. Not that I’m com...

Coming of age in the early 1960s, I was a virgin when I graduated from college. My only experience was my senior year when a girl let me feel her tits through her bra. You have to remember those times. People met, fell in love, got married, then had sex. It was a June Cleaver, Donna Reed world. Not like today, where people have sex, have sex, think about getting married, decide not to, but still have sex. Not that I’m com...