A luxury cruise is a basic way to spend a week’s vacation. It’s funny to me to even use the word. I don’t feel as though I’ve ever truly “worked” a day in my life. Everything I’ve ever wanted, needed or strived for
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academia, athleticism and social mobility
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just seemed to coalesce naturally. I vacation out of boredom, not necessity. In making my decision on what to do, I reali

Magenta neon lights emanating from recessed, chandelier and LED tube lighting fixtures permeate the darkness here in the VIP room. I’m seated in the center of the massive U-shaped black leather sofa mounted to the wall at one corner of the quarters wearing nothing but a pair of form fitting blood red boxer briefs. My head is tilted back and there is a young woman in her mid-twenties literally half-way down my throat. Her crotch is against my tongue, her ass is cushioned against the roof of

It's nice this time of night. In the bayou, the moonlight filters through the trees and shimmers across the surface of the water. Ain’t a soul for miles. All you can hear is the sounds of the leaves, the waves and the critters therein. I like to mosey on out here in the middle of the night whenever I can. Gives me time to rub one out, especially if I got a “belly buddy.” Luckily, I got a new one tonight. I’ve settled into a crevice at the root of a tree out in the middle

Life comes at you fast. I’m standing buck naked in the middle of a luxury hotel suite with my hands raised in surrender while flashing a crooked smile to a swat team with a shitload of laser-targeted ammunition aimed at me. I guess today is as good a day to die as any. In retrospect, I never should have answered that ad.


An hour ago, when I made my way through the entrance of the hotel, I felt as though I had hit the jackpot. I had answered an endo ad

I remember the day the trial started. People from all over the fucking country had traveled to Las Vegas to witness “the trial of the millennium.” In spite of their obsession, folks really weren’t prepared to lay eyes on me. Not the reporters, not the jury, not the judge,
no one
. My stomach entered the courtroom before I did. It jutted out at least a foot from my waistline and hung well below my crotch. County had to have a special jumpsuit tai