“Oh come on! It can’t be that bad!” Amy chuckled to herself in front of the glow of her computer screen. “There is no way on earth that I would sleep with a 50 year old pervert just to get my share of the rent together.” Sarah had argued for the past ten minutes with her roommate about the dangers of using Craigslist to make money, but as always with Amy, she had to feeling she was fighting a losing battle.
“You don’t have to sleep with someone, you can just do what I do. Go out for dinner or let them take you shopping. It’s good money.” Amy was a typical ditzy blonde and Sarah couldn’t help but think to herself that she couldn’t put on the always smiling, innocent and flirty act as easily as Amy could if she was sat opposite a guy who was paying her $100 just to cope with a meal together. “What about this one?” Amy turned the laptop screen to show Sarah yet another advert. “It’s only modelling for an hour or so and at the end of it you get $350! Plus you’ve done modelling before.”
Author: rajjoarya
First time with a hooker
*’What am I doing here?’* That was all he was able to think to himself. He was eighteen, young, kind of nerdy. The reason he was walking around downtown was simple. He was a virgin, and he didn’t want to be anymore. He figured he might as well just lose it to a prostitute, not like he was going to convince a girl to go out with him let alone sleep with him.
He looked around, seeing a few women he assumed were prostitutes but them looking very… Old. He knew he had no place to be picky, but he rather his first not be a heroine addict with herpes. He actually didn’t want his first to be a prostitute at all, but there he was. He knew he could probably go online and find someone there, but he didn’t know anything about ordering a prostitute, if ordering was the right word.
So there he was, wandering around the downtown streets. He kept trying to justify it to himself, telling himself that it was what they did hundreds of years ago. They would take their sons to a prostitute, give her ten dollars and tell him to go wild.
The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 12
The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were all stood quietly in the kitchen of the Burrow. Normally the house would be full of laughter and loud conversation, but today they all stood around waiting. Today was the funerals of Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
Hermione and Mrs Weasley had gone into muggle London the day before to buy everyone clothes for the ceremony. No one other than Hermione had attended a muggle funeral before so she had picked out black suits and dresses for everyone to wear.
After the war there had been a lot of funerals to attend, but wizard funerals were a lot different and no one really knew what to expect. Harry felt like he’d been to enough funerals recently to last him a life time. He’d attended every funeral of the victims of the battle of Hogwarts. It was something that he’d had to do. He had to remember the life’s of all those who had sacrificed themselves to help him protect the world they lived in.
‘Hermione dear, could you help me with this tie please?’ Mr Weasley asked, attempting to pull on the complex knot that had formed around his throat.
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The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 12
Dudley and Emily were woken the next morning as her alarm clock began to ring. The sudden noise shocked Dudley and for a second he wondered where he was. It took a still very naked Emily to turn around and hit the snooze button to bring him back to his senses. Instantly the memories of the night before came back to him, lighting up his face with a smile.
‘Good morning Dudley.’ Emily said, as she leaned in to lightly kiss him. The kiss still shocked him a little, but not as much as feeling her bare tits press against him and her hand run up his inner thigh.
‘Umm good morning.’ he nervously replied, unsure where to put his own hands, finally just resting them on her hips.
‘I’ve got to go see one of the tutors at the uni in a bit but your welcome to hang around for a bit if you want?’ she asked quietly.
‘Yeah that sounds like a nice idea.’
‘Ok well I’m going to take a shower. So do you want to go get us some breakfast? There’s a little café around the corner.’
The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 11
He sat motionless on the hardback chair, bathed in the dim light spreading from the half closed kitchen door. A whiskey glass held lightly in his hand, although it had been empty for sometime. He knew nobody would disturb him now, not even Ginny. That was probably the only thing he did know right now however. He certainly didn’t know exactly how he was feeling about what he’d just heard.
Sixteen years of torture he suffered at the hands of the Dursley’s. Yet sadness filled him at the news of their death. Sadness and anger. His aunt, the last living connection to his mother, was gone. And all to make a point towards him. How many more would die because of him?
All his emotions where blurred however by one unanswerable question. Who?
Who could possibly still want him dead? And go to the extent of spending weeks leaving messages and killing innocent people.
The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 10
Harry and Ron woke the next morning alone. Hermione and Ginny had left early, having left a note explaining how Mrs Weasley didn’t know where they had gone and that it was best they got home before she found out.
Harry and Ron were severely disappointed. They’d both woke up horny as hell and quite fancied a little fun with their girlfriends before the big match. They did consider wanking over the naked pictures of Ginny and Hermione again, but came to the conclusion that they could probably hold on another night until they were back in England.
Around 10am the team coach came into their room and ordered them downstairs for a pre match meal and tactics discussion.
‘Right the keepers vision isn’t brilliant and her handling’s been poor recently so attempt some shots at goal from range.’ The coach barked as Harry tucked into his bacon and egg sandwich. ‘Oh and Galvin, their seekers agility is good so watch out for that.’
The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 9
Mr Weasley appeared outside of Luna’s house. He’d had a long day at work trying to cover the whole saga about Luna hexing the poor muggle boy.
After knocking on her front door for a few minutes she answered.
Mr Weasley’s attention was lost for a moment when he noticed she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet and tied up. Her small cleavage was visible as the small towel left little to the imagination, with her milky legs barely covered.
‘Ermm… Yes hello Luna.’ He muttered, trying to regain his composure. ‘May I come in for a minute to speak to you.’
Luna let him into the house, and after offering him a drink, went to put on some suitable clothes.
‘So Luna, I’ve been investigating a case involving you and a muggle boy in the village.’ Mr Weasley explained.
‘Ohh I’m sorry Mr Weasley, he just got me so upset that I acted without thinking.’ She said in her usual dreamy far away voice, although her eyes were filled with guilt. ‘Am I in trouble?’
Losing It
I had known Alyssa since we were probably nine or ten years old. She was one of the many girls I knew from the gym. She was also Kassidy’s best friend. They did everything together, school, camp, dating, sports, if you found one of them you probably found the other. Even though Kassidy and I had had a couple of amazing sexual encounters, she actually did have a boyfriend all this time. So a few times when they wanted to go out, and Alyssa didn’t have a date for the night, Kassidy called me to fill in for the night.
How to describe Alyssa. She was beautiful. She stood about 5’2, had long brown hair to just above her butt. She was very athletic and so very slim and toned. You could see the muscles ripple under that skin when she was working out. (Yes, I would watch her work out all the time) She also had great tits. Full and firm, a bit bigger than a lot of girls her age, but not too big. Her legs were long and smooth, and she had an ass that you just wanted to follow all day long. And I got to date her.
The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 8
Luna continued her slow pacing round her back garden. Gone were her looks from the night before. When she was at home she liked to spend her time in muggle clothes she found comfortable. Today she was walking round her garden bare foot wearing a pair of shorts, a loose flowery shirt and a braided headband in her messy hair.
Luna liked spending time in her garden. She’d often spend time walking around humming quietly to herself or listening to the birds whistling from a near by tree.
Her thoughts today though, as she took another lap around the garden, were about Tom making love to her last night. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, and it wasn’t just the sex that was on her mind. He was so beautiful to her and was so kind. She seriously considered that he would make a truly wonderful boyfriend.
He’d promised to come see her today and she couldn’t wait to just be around him again, although the thought of him making love to her again excited her. So as she chucked some food onto the grass for the birds, she made her way back into the house.
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