So after my little adventure with Svetlana, I was closing up shop, but my mind wasn’t there. All my attention kept going to the card in my pocket: “If you want to explore your true self, meet me at 8 PM.” What did she mean by my true self? I thought of myself as a strong woman and knew that I was always true to myself. I knew my worth and who I was; what did she mean? I tried to forget it and keep my mind on my job, but I...

To recap, life was good, and then the recession struck. During the late 70s and early 80s, the UK entered a recession—with falling output, rising unemployment, and a fast-rising inflation rate; the recession particularly hit the manufacturing sector and is widely considered to have been the most severe recession in the UK since World War II. A key event leading to the recession was the energy crisis, which led to the thre...

My favourite punter. My name is Lynne. This is part one of my true story about my favourite punter. I had known him for some eleven years. Whilst he might have been considered to have a borderline compulsive sexual behaviour disorder I, simply, regarded him as somewhat hypersexual. However, it has to be appreciated that my perspective might be skewed. Since I had just started work as a sex escort. Perhaps, out of the choc...

There were no close calls when Alex got home after her appointment with James. Her parents, fools that they were, were already asleep. She simply slipped into the house, padded upstairs, and went to bed with a smug smile on her face. The mask of the goody-two-shoes girl slipped seamlessly back in place, and remained in place until her appointment with Jason on Wednesday. Jason was a new client, and that made it even more...

He realised as he entered the room that she was fake. Fake C-cup tits. Fake lips. Fake polished nails. The fake make-up was opaque. Fake passion. A fake doll. She stood 5'4'' on high heels. She claimed to be 20, but that was a lie, and she seemed older. But when she parted her legs, she was real. A real woman with smooth skin, warm to the touch, a bald, wet, eager cunt, a bright smile and vacant eyes. All for male pleasur...

The bills were still on the table, right where he left them. Jesse stood in the kitchen with a mug of cold coffee in his hands, staring at the money like it might bite his fingers off. He hadn’t touched it. Not since last night. It was too clean, too neatly folded: offensive in its crispness. In reality it was anything but clean money. Dirty money. He kept hearing the man’s voice in his head. “Buy something pretty.” It ma...

Most of you are happy when your wife or girlfriend buys you a video game or some new tool for Christmas. To be fair, most years I would be pretty happy about that too. This year though, my wife went above and beyond. She got me a twenty-three-year-old platinum blond with an insatiable libido. How many of you can top that? This was the first year we hadn’t had the kids home at Christmas. Although I am starting to believe t...

After a quick stop at Dairy Queen, where she downed a large strawberry milkshake and a cheeseburger, Alex made her way back to her parents' house feeling more alive and in control than she ever had before. She was practically skipping when she walked through the front door. Her parents, as oblivious as ever, didn't hassle her because it wasn't past her new and more extended curfew, so she headed right upstairs. Alex allow...