"Allright, Sugar, so here's the deal. Five dollars just to cop a feel, but you look like a guy who don't settle for bits, so, ten dollars and I'll show you my tits. Twenty bucks and you can fondle them, too, but maybe that's not enough for you. For thirty you can jerk off while I watch. Twenty more if you want me to touch. That's fifty for a hand job, are you here for more? Sixty, if you're looking to score. That means a...

Menthol. It's like trying to smoke a bar of Ivory soap, isn't it? But I'm addicted to these fucking things. Maybe it's a self-punishment thing. My wife, excuse me, my ex-wife, once told me my tongue tasted like a fucking ashtray. “How the hell would you know?” I said. “You haven't let me stick my tongue in your mouth for years.” “That's because it tastes like a fucking ashtray,” she said. Circulus in probando. So I tried...

Hands cuffed behind. Blindfolded. On my knees, which is new. Intriguing. A push and my face is on the floor. Cold concrete. Warm hands gripping my cock, soft kisses down my back. Gentleness this time? Tenderness? Good. Slow-moving, up and down, painfully slow. Suddenly the hands are gone. Painfully gone. One hand on my hip. And then something hard, wet, slippery against my asshole. Searching. Poking. No. “Pineapple,” I sa...

They are the most evil and vile creatures nature ever concocted. Wait, vile may not be the right word, if that word makes you think they are grotesque and ugly. Because they're not. They are the most beautiful things you ever saw, with skin that shines like gold in the sun and hair as white as the purest snow, and lips as red as the blood of a thousand bleeding hearts. But vile as in wretched. Depraved. Mean. Vile as in t...