Chapter 9: Line of Communication Angela rode the elevator up to her father’s penthouse apartment with Brad, the residual taste of his semen still in her mouth. She trailed just behind him, letting him lead since she had no idea which apartment she was supposed to go to. Finally, he stopped at a door and looked at her expectantly. “I lost my purse,” she said, thinking quickly, “No keys. No phone. You remember that you had...

Chapter 1: Curio Nothing can just be easy, Angela thought, breathing a sigh at the roadblock that barred her way home. In just the few hours she’d been in the library, construction crews had erected barriers that were now blocking her usual route from the library to her home. She’d have to double back and go down 3rd Street. She hated 3rd Street. The dirty little throughway was a favorite hangout for the more unsavory den...

"What you like, baby?" The petite middle-aged Asian woman asked, gesturing to an open door to the very dark room. Carrie, also a middle-aged but not so petite woman, reached into her pocket and dug out a pair of black nitrile gloves in size small. "I'll know soon," Carrie said bravely, flicking the gloves downward at chest level to uncrunch the fingers in the space between the two women. The massage therapist's eyes widen...

The presentation went poorly, and his anxiety left him shaking. “Get some fresh air,” his boss said. He agreed. He drove around when the slim redhead in the skimpy pink dress seen during his earlier commute caused him to stop and ask her: “Are you a… ” “Yes.” “I had a terrible meeting and… ” “Ninety bucks.” He nodded; she entered the car, and he, her orifices. She gobbled, rode, and swallowed until he yelled. “Th-thank yo...

I was forty years old. Forty years old and I’d never had an orgasm. My husband, Roy, asked me to marry him when we were eighteen. I said yes and we got married a few months later. Three years after that, we had a daughter. She graduates from high school in a few months, just about the same time Roy and I will celebrate our twenty-third wedding anniversary. A year ago I had my first orgasm. I was forty years old. Roy had n...

Chapter 4 The Present... A Trash Dumpster "Rambo, I'm in," I broadcast to my partner while reveling in the cooler air flowing from the room I'd just spent two very hot days and nights tunneling into. The WHOOP! and YEE-HAW! I got in response was deafening through my earpiece. "Settle down, Rambo. I've got a lot of stuff to get inside. Let me know if a guard stands up even to scratch his ass!" "Will do, Sugar Tits. You are...

When Nora and I started our final year at City College, we were both still on the student newspaper The Salient. In the two years since our break-up, we talked to each other at times, but we didn’t have a lot of interactions elsewhere. Mostly we saw each other in the office on the third floor, and that was about it. One day in early October she came up to me and said, “Paul, I’d like to talk to you about something. Let’s...

They say experience is all your mistakes remembered. It's little comfort as I become a reservoir for another overworked businessman or unfulfilled husband. A continuum of shameful mistakes I let ravage me. This one enjoys dishing spanks. My ass tingles. Heat swirls, a perverse thrill despite myself, his engorged cock sawing as fingers gravitate to pinch primed nipples. I gasp, the orgasm unexpected yet rapturous; a floodi...

People have asked me: what is it like to turn a trick? They want to know the mechanics of it for sure, but they are also curious about the emotional state of the lady who does the work and gets paid for it. I do remember a certain incident that happened in April 1974 near the end of my first stint as a hooker. Nothing unusual happened in that particular pay-to-play event, but the details of what I did and what the john di...

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,...

In mid-September, after I had accepted the dominatrix position offered by Gilda Wasserman, she met me in front of the building I would be using for the “sessions,” as she called them. I was surprised when she had told me these would happen in the basement of a loft building on West 27th Street. My first client, a guy named Kevin, had already been lined up with me. When talking to Gilda on the phone, I mentioned that I had...

I took on a challenge to procure a beautiful shemale to join a private orgy. She had to be young with pert tits and a shapely arse. I got the job because I boasted about connecting in this space. Fuck, I overdid the bullshit now I was committed to delivering. I started going to the strip clubs to discover that the performers were heterosexuals. No other genders except for trans. A shemale is something different. I read up...

Within a week of starting my hooking gigs, a lot of guys at CCNY had my home phone number and I’d arrange many of my transactions through that medium. Sometimes I’d still do it the old-fashioned street prostitute way. I’d lounge around inside the Finley Student Center or just stand outside that building or maybe Wagner Wall, and invariably some dude would approach me. My first ever customer, that Greg with the big Ford, p...