last night at jakes started out looking like a bust. there had been no fresh meat in sight. i had been frequenting jakes for the past four months. it was the perfect pick-up joint. mainly male dominated, its interior was dark and smoky. jakes was a man’s bar, and just what i was looking for.
Brutally fucking Eimi Yoshikawa for over six hours straight just wasn’t fun anymore. If her cunt felt anything like my cock did, she lived in a world of hurt. My prick felt raw, the skin rubbed off by her greedy, tight twat. Eimi, or Ember as I called her, always felt snug, and not just
I hadn’t realized that there’d be another woman in attendance this evening. I guess this was a good thing as she could concentrate on one of the men, and I could concentrate on the other. Where was the other guy, anyway? I wondered what she was being paid. I’m sure not as much as I’d
The warehouse was cold when she entered. Her fear, amplified by the chill in the air, made her shiver noticeably as she walked out of the hot sunshine into the cool darkness. Her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the dim room, the dust seeming to hang in the air indefinitely. It was
She walked down the back alleyway, trying to be small and unnoticed. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this or even if there was something other than walking down a trashy alley that she was doing. This place was legend. A friend of a friend knew a guy…that sorta direction, but she had to
Part I, The Hunter He paused and sniffed the air, and caught the scent of the prey. She was near and yet far; she was scared and yet excited. She knew death was following her, and in a strange way, she welcomed it, longed for it. That is the paradox of mortals. They fear death
The music was deafeningly loud. The beat almost supplanted your own heartbeat as you entered the dance club and were assaulted by the primal rhythms that rocked the air. The squeal of guitars and counter tunes of synthesizers split the air in a discordant symphony that sounded like sex. There was nothing else that came
The plane ticket was sent and my heart raced faster with each passing day until his arrival. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Here I was, separated from Antonio for less than 3 months and I just sent a plane ticket out for a strange man, whom I’d never met, to come spend
When we last left our heroine, she was drunk, naked, and had just realized that the man she was in bed with was not the same man she had been in bed with just a short time before. Will she get pissed off and tell this impostor to go take a flying fuck at a
The year was 1972. I was 17. Sex was safe and recreational. All was right with the world. I was a freshman nursing student, and away from home for the first time in my life. Sex was something I was just beginning to experience, having lost my virginity the night before my senior prom.
