Prostitution Stories

Teen 'sugar babies' trade sex for money, saving a troubled marriage. Cover picture is the wife, Alyssa.

Fourteen-year-old Philadelphia ballet student Aaron is topping up his dance training by dancing the line in a New York Ballet production of “The Nutcracker” during Christmas. He’s in the weekend cast, and to make more money, he and two other young male dancers agree to service a midweek male sex party on Long Island. More than the six men at the party want him there; so does the black bull groundskeeper.

The annual ‘Lesbian Mardi Gras’ was unique. And though, it was held in Melbourne’s notorious ‘Red Light’ District of St. Kilda, all the accepted rules and conventions were cast aside by political decree – there would be no arrests, that much Sergeant Tess Gallagher had reminded all her policewomen at the Briefing......

Neglected and randy fourteen-year-old Harry meets older man Jake at the gym, goes under him, and lets Jake pimp him to sailors returning from sea duty to the Norfolk Naval Station. Harry goes with his first long-lasting black bull.

A month after Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg forcefully initiated fourteen-year-old American-English tender and ripe Gabriel Beaventon in a Tangiers beach resort cabana (see "Using Gabriel 1: The Baron"), the baron summons Gabriel and his mother to his Austrian Alps chalet for a ski week. He wants Gabriel to help him seal an arms deal depending on the intervention of an Italian bishop with a fetish for young boys. Gabriel complies. But of course the baron wants to do Gabriel again himself too

My dad's new clients demanded some "special" entertainment. Being married, he couldn't participate if he just went out and hired some hookers so he turned to me and my cousin Kristen for help. Needless to say, we were both more than willing to lend a hand - and more.

When I started escorting, all I thought about was the fun and excitement, and of course the sex. Perhaps I should have thought more about what could have gone wrong as well BEFORE it happened to me.

Just goes to prove that smaller doesn't necessarily mean less. This party was more intimate than my first one but no less fun!