It had been a few weeks since my dad threw me out of the house. I’d been hitchhiking from state to state ever since. I was originally planning to go to California, but now I figured I’d just see where life took me. I started in Texas, had a brief stop in Colorado, and now I was heading east. I think I was in Chicago — it was chilly here, that was all I really knew. Still, I’d been doing surprisingly well, and honestly, I...

When I was nineteen, my life was shattered in an instant. My dad walked in on me with my best friend—my lips wrapped around his cock, the room still smelling faintly of our shared sweat and teenage lust—and that was it. He exploded, his face turning beet red as he called me every name under the sun: disgrace, pervert. He kicked me out without a discussion, no second chance. I packed a small suitcase with whatever clothes...

The light of the Sunset Motel sign flickered and buzzed, giving the entrance an eerie feeling. The parking lot is half full, with cars that have seen better days. I stepped out of my car and strode confidently across the parking lot, my overnight tote over my shoulder. I moved quickly, trying to avoid any glances from strangers on the street that might show an interest. An electric chime rang as I pushed open the door to...

Those of you who have read my memoirs like “Nora Explains Herself,” “Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix,” and “Nora Turns a Trick” know that I had two periods of being a hooker while in college. In my freshman year at the City College of New York, I was a part-time, completely ad hoc, and self-employed prostitute. I decided to never do vaginal sex for pay, but almost everything else was on the table. In my senior year, I was...

The motel lobby was dimly lit and smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener. I walked in, my heart racing with nervous anticipation as David's instructions echoed in my mind. My knees wobbled beneath me, the clunky blue plastic heels adding to my shakiness. The man behind the desk, engrossed in his book, looked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes immediately locked onto me, shamelessly taking in every...

The week Will was away for work, Taya found herself drawn deeper into the raw, unfiltered world she had begun to embrace. Jamal’s invitation to his house wasn’t just a casual meetup; it was a transaction, a deal sealed with a promise of pleasure and profit. He was blunt about his intentions—he needed money to fix his bike, and Taya was the means to that end. She agreed without hesitation, negotiating a 10% cut for herself...

Single mum Julie glanced at the clock and she saw that there were only twenty minutes to go until her shift ended and hoped that Ahmed, her relief, turned up on time. Julie was a receptionist at a small hotel. Well, receptionist and hotel are not quite the correct words as she virtually managed the place which was more of a seedy doss house than a starred hotel. The usual clientele were builders and shop fitters needing s...

[In a chat room, a 60 year old wife told me the brief outlines of something she'd done much earlier in her marriage. I hope I've captured the essence of her story here.] I was 38, a mother - always faithful to my wonderful husband of 8 years. I had managed to keep my figure together. I still can't believe I did this. Jake was the organizer of the conference I attended at the Joule Hotel in Dallas and, by chance, I sat at...

I lay on Sterling's king-sized bed, with my hands resting on my bare stomach. Though I was blindfolded and unable to see my surroundings, I'd been in this room numerous times before and was familiar with it. Inhaling deeply, I detected a trace of Sterling's expensive cologne lingering in the air. When my nerves started getting the better of me, I reminded myself of all the money I was making from tonight. Sterling, one of...