Anonymous man after anonymous man relieve their sexual pressure with my body. At least the pay is good. The door opens, and the next man walks in. He’s paunchy and in his late sixties. He could be younger. The streets age you quickly. He lays his money on the table…

Blinded by the glare of the circus of flashing neon distractions glowing below him, Glenn knows he has one choice to redeem himself in her eyes. A single chance is all a man gets, but usually it isn’t enough. — With one hand holding onto the window frame, and drinking heavily from the scotch bottle in his other, Glenn knows this is it. Fifty floors above the maddening roar of a Friday night in Shinjuku, he hangs by only his fingertips from one of his office’s suicide windowS. Tired of…

The recipe for perfect pulled pork and coleslaw — low and slow, with plenty of suction. Bobby Sue sure looked fine in her halter top and daisy dukes, standing out by the BBQ pit. All the boys, and most of the men, were trying to look down her top. Even…

Story 101 of 💯: A cup of hot coffee and a fresh pussy is the best way to start your morning. No other breakfast comes close. — I know it’s an old-fashioned percolator, but when you’re on a ruck march, it fits perfectly, stuffed into your backpack beside a tin of coffee, some K-rations, and enough ammo to keep yourself alive if those damn bugs show up. And it makes some sweet, sweet coffee. I hear the…

One last whiskey before the end is all a man can ask in this cruel world. — I stared at my reflection in the glassy stillness of my whiskey, neat. The battle scars from years of booze, broads, and general mayhem stared back at me. With a sigh deep in my heart, I finish my drink, letting the friendly burn of the whiskey work through my body…

Fulfilling my debauched needs on my knees with a stranger in yet another empty alley. — On my knees in a dank and dirty alleyway is exactly how I enjoy spending my Friday nights servicing the lustful desires of drunks, junkies, and assorted lowlives. Swaying in front of me, he drops his pants and grabs the back of my head, shoving his cock deep down my…

Friends — old and new — can be found as close as your nearest dive bar. — I slouch through the doorway of my local gin joint, clutching the spare change I had panhandled down by the train station close to my heart. It’s all I have until I can scrounge or steal enough to get my things out of hock. And maybe my room back at…

Saving souls and blowing your load all in one night. — Tucking my semi-limp dick back into my 501s, I looked around to make sure nobody from the tittie bar had seen us. The bitch was legal, but just barely. …

Vagina Dentata Redux: A tale of love, lust, and teeth in her pussy. — I needed to get fucked. My balls ached to pump their seed down some slut’s throat, or to breed them like a prize bitch. Hell, I’d even take a random mouth in an alleyway. But I was flat broke. Not even enough spare change to get into the local adult…