My idea was either a stroke of genius, or I was insane and delusional. I’d know which one in just a few hours. “Welcome to a very special, double-broadcast edition of Keaton’s Sinns,” the sultry brunette, wearing a slutty, latex nurse uniform, said to the plethora of cameras. Keaton was hosting her show in my living room. She and her crew had flown in from the West Coast that morning, and I’d spent the entire day cooking...

The studio was set and ready to go. Pumpkins carved to perfection and ripe for picking. My beautiful subject came prepared, she dropped her robe. She was perfect in just her lingerie. It was hard not to stare; she noticed and winked my way. I motioned her to the sofa; she knew exactly what was required. She parted her legs, slipping her panties to the side. She placed the magic wand against her labia. Her moans escaped he...

The laundry basket was on the floor in the living room next to the coffee table, full of neatly folded clothing. I sat on the couch and pulled up some porn on my phone, looking for something exciting to watch while I jacked off, settling on one of my favorites - a sexy redhead in her thirties getting gang-banged. She was smoking hot, with a killer body, great smile, and bright green eyes that scream, "I love to fuck!" and...

”I feel like a whore in church,” Kia mumbled. “You’re in a church, you whore!” Kat laughed. Calling the location a church required either a time machine or a total disregard for reality. At one point in time, it had been a classic, Christian church. The rigors of time, abandonment, and the now-gone cult of Satanists that claimed it as their own had left it a sullied, desanctified shell. Multicolored beams of light trickle...

“Just ignore the cameras, tiger,” I purred. “Yes, like that! Harder. Mmm.” Jonathon Rock, millionaire and smut-peddler, had his face between my outstretched thighs. One of his hands was on the floor, balancing his body, and the other was thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy. “Suck my clit. Make me fucking cum!” I glanced at Matt, our ever-present cameraman. “Stroke that big, Australian cock for me. Shoot your cum all...

“I am death, the Grim Reap…” “I fucking swear if you point and say, ‘the salmon mousse,’ I’m going to kick you in your bony balls!” In a harrowing, shrill voice, the cloaked figure intoned, “The time is nigh.” “The science guy? What the literal, living fuck, Mr. Reaper? Wrong house.” Overall, I was slightly less than impressed. Sure, the mottled cloak of somber charcoal and dead black, pardon the pun, was a bit terrifying...

It's the summer of 1988. I've been invited to spend a week at the beach with my friend, Mike, his sister Shaina, and his mother, Suzanne. It's a really cool experience, the first time I've gone on vacation with someone else's family. My friend's sister also brings her friend, Hayden. They're cheerleaders, practicing their dances and cheers poolside before grabbing their nostrils and doing a front flip in the deep end. We...

Around my 30th birthday, I decided to treat myself to an escort. A hooker. A prostitute. It had been about two years since my last serious girlfriend and I needed some energetic sex and fantasy without, frankly, spending all of the time dating and building up to the big bedtime. Fortunately, this was in the days when online personal ads were very reliable for connecting with independent hookers, depending on the location,...

I can remember it like it was just yesterday. I had just turned eighteen and was still living at home with my mother and my older sister by a year. My father had passed away suddenly a few years before, so it was just the three of us at home. My sister and I shared a bathroom in our small house, and as I went in to brush my teeth, I saw a pair of my sister’s baby blue nylon panties sitting on the counter. She must have dr...