Mark sat staring at the array of monitors in front of him. He had been there for hours working on what he hoped were the last revisions to the software. A labor of love born out of COVID isolation. It was a miracle they had gotten it this close, but with some creative engineering and a modification to the Virtual Reality interface, it was close, real close. He leaned back in the desk chair and stretched before rubbing his...

On the ride up northbound Interstate 95 from South Carolina to North Carolina, you will come up on a club called “Exotic Angels.” “Exotic Angels” bills itself as “The one stop shop for all your Adult Toys and Entertainment needs.” Now, “Exotic Angels” is a business like any other. They need to advertise in order to bring in customers. The only problem is that they do it through the use of billboards that start showing up...

“I choose...” Jake paused. “... a blowjob!” It was really pretty stupid on my part, when you think about it. I was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and I decided to raise the bet by saying ‘If you win, you get to choose. Anything, anything you want’. I knew the moment that those words left my mouth what Jake wanted to put in my mouth. Trevor and Liv had both folded and were just watching the hand play out. I think t...

--- In Plain Sight: An Escort’s Story – Part 4 --- As Kayla and I walked out of Mr. Keller’s house and toward a brand new Black Mercedes Benz 500SL glimmering in the driveway I started to realize that my life was about to change. I’m sure that some people will argue the change wasn’t for the better but sometimes you have to do what works for you. For me stepping out of a multi-million dollar ocean front house and getting...

Slap, slap, slap, slap rang out as Michael's hips hit my ass. I could still taste his saltiness on my lips. Slap, slap, slap, slap. There was no mercy, no letting up. Slap, slap, slap, slap. With each collision of Michael's hips against my ass, his hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me toward him. Slap, slap, slap, slap. His cock slipping deeper and deeper into me each time. Slap, slap, slap, slap. My face scrunched...

--- In Plain Sight: An Escort’s Story – Part 3 --- At this point in the day I can honestly say that I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about everything that had happened. Let me explain. I had been yelled at by my boss. I had walked in the scorching heat only to get to the owner of the ice cream parlor’s house and see him standing naked on the deck. I was then invited into his house and shown a video of me giving a...

I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee...

“Who did you? Well, besides the whole football team,” Mark said. “ha ha!” I said and paused for a second. “Oh, wait I forgot. Fuck you.” “Let’s see. You started with Tony. He was a Linebacker and dumb as hell. I’m kind of amazed he could even string together two words to ask you out.” In his best Caveman imitation Mark said. “Ma... Ma... Mackenzie... da... da... date... Toe...Toe... Tony tonight.” “You’re an asshole.” “Ho...

Let's get a few things straight right from the start. This isn't a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting where I'm going to stand up and tell everyone how many men I fucked and how much I love sex. It's also not some "woe is me, everyone feel sorry for me" story either. You see, I fully understand my decisions and even though you may not agree with them they're my decisions. To be perfectly clear I'm not naive and I know how luck...

No matter how hard I try I have never been able to beat Cassie running. It’s not a defeatist attitude but rather a simple indisputable fact. Every time we go for a run she crosses some imaginary finish line ahead of me. I’ve tried sneak attacks. I’ve tried to get a lead and hold it. I’ve tried to shadow her and sprint to the end and I’ve even tried the “I’m just running next to you but sneak a three step sprint in at the...

Steven bent over to pick up the bottle of shampoo and suddenly stopped. His face slowly turned into a broad grin as he looked up at me. “What?” I asked. “What are you doing?” “Can I look at it?” Steven asked as his eyes scanned down my body. “At wh . . .” I suddenly stopped. “. . . ewww, no it’s ugly.” I darted my hands toward my pussy but Steven had other plans and caught my hands. “I’ve already looked and I don’t think...

A few minutes later, Steven got up and kicked his shorts off. He walked down the beach and into the water. He was standing at the water’s edge looking out at me. His body was the same body I had seen years ago just filled out and more muscular. It was my moment to pretend I was Halle Berry. I was going to slowly walk out of the water with a sexy bikini, dive knife and gorgeous figure. Except I was nude, wet and still wash...

“Are you looking at my ass?” “That’s one of those questions like ‘Is my butt fat in this dress?’ that no matter how I answer it I’m going to get in trouble. Right?” “Are you saying my ass is fat?” “I’m not going to get sucked into your little game. You can just stop trying.” “I can’t believe you think I have a fat ass.” “I did not say you had a fat ass.” “So you were looking at my ass.” “No.” “Is it fat?” “No.” “Haaa! See...

After my shower, I towel dried my hair, brushed my teeth and dressed in a pair of simple white cotton panties and a camisole. I had fully intended to wait up for Mark, but after lying down on the couch I quickly fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the metal door slamming closed as Mark came in. He did what he always does and walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. I walked up behind him and slid my arm...

It was all an act, well; at least that’s what it started out as. Steven and I were in Paris as tourists, as twin brother and sister tourists. We were on a two week college graduation trip that we both wanted to take before we started our daily lives. Starting our jobs and leaving our youth behind. The problem with Paris is that everyone that you see is a couple. Everyone is holding hands or kissing. Paris is the City of L...