First timer Stories

First night nerves? No. I had planned this for a while. It was my chance to escape my dreary, boring domestic life. This was the 1950s. Women were no longer just the property of a husband, who demanded they dress in pretty dresses, keep a spotless house, have dinner on the table and open their legs when their husband has needs. I had heard of this place. Big money could be earned. Now here was my opportunity. I was out of...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...