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Let’s Call Him Bill-Alison Bailey

@TheAlisonBailey

I had gotten really close to this guy I met a while back, let’s call him “Bill” lol.

Bill and I had met at a friends after work party. He was a very tall attractive mixed man with extremely beautiful eyes!

He asked for my number through my friend and from that moment we started to get close.

We would hang out a lot after work, a lot of nights we would go to the city and dance, and really just hang out! (He was one of those sweet take it slow guys)

He always brought me presents like flowers and cute stuff like that.

Well one day we were both a bit drunk. I was comped a free room at the local casino in New Orleans

( side note, you don’t have to play but like once every so often and they send you free rooms! You should definitely check it out)

Anyways back to my story! Instead of him catching an uber all the way back to his apartment on the north shore, I invited him to come stay with me at the hotel.

Honestly I wasn’t expecting much from him, I really thought we were going to just go back and sleep, because I was pretty exhausted.

Well we had parked my car in a public parking in a pretty sketchy part of town, and I didn’t want to leave it there, so we drove it back to the hotel where it’s a secured parking garage.

As I drive in going further and further up the ramps I noticed it was a full night at the casino that night. The only spot available was at the very top of the garage.

So I pulled into a space and started to get out of the car.

Now I mentioned earlier that bill was a bit drunk and it was in that moment that I found out bill doesn’t have as gentlemen as a side when he’d drunk like he does when he’s sober.

I clicked the lock on the car, as we got out, and as I started waking to the stairway I felt a hand grab my arm and swing me around.

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Signing out

A.B

@TheAlisonBailey

Long Time Reader, First Time Writer

When you’re brought up in a rural environment, some aspects of adult life are seen at a distance and create enormous curiosity.  Mark drove to and fro from school and would often see the dark small building at the end of a crumbling strip-mall.  Mark’s eyes would often only see the huge Indian Jewelry Trader Billboards in dusty New Mexico, but this building captured another interest. The building was right on the edge of the strip building as though it was on the brink of falling into oblivion. The business was painted in black with scream-out loud yellow lettering with the words “Adult,” “XXX,” and “Arcade.” The actual name of the business was meaningless when the description of what was inside did all the talking. Mark had never heard of such words and only knew these references pointed to what is taboo. Mark had to embark on a secret mission into this foreign on the fringe business establishment. He didn’t know what to do to prepare, but only could remember having enough dollar bills in his pocket and making sure he had easy access to them. Mark tried to act “middle-age,” or an “old pro,” who done this a million times before.

Once the entrance door was breached, there was no turning back and he even parked his car down the street next to the nearby restaurant so as to throw off onlookers. Inside the “Arcade,” thousands of magazines were seen wrapped in heavy and suffocating plastic as though a huge rain might come. Mark saw the line of booths which seemed odd and inviting at the same time probably due to the concealment they provided.  Once inside, the door was closed and he saw a very small screen in front of him and a dollar bill slot.  Mark found his money and moved it swiftly into the lighted machine. The dollar was taken and Mark heard some rumblings in the background as though an old rusty machine had finally started up again after a long wait. Mark was seized with anxiety and he had tried to remember to breathe and not pass out in a state of anticipation of viewing these first scenes of what is known as pornography.  The movie started to play and the color of the film was faded and had a yellow tone to it. The scene was in a hospital and a male actor was recuperating from a perceived “illness,” and then the fun started when his attending nurse appeared. This was probably the first “porn star,” seen by Mark whom he found out later was named Vanessa del Rio. In those times, the movies had some dialogue and some prelude to the sex, but nonetheless it did arrive. Ms. Vanessa Del Rio had to show empathy and care to her patient and then added something extra to break the spell of his illness. As the movie concluded, Mark knew this arcade was a capsule into a whole new world.

~Long Time Reader, First Time Writer

Let’s Talk About Phone Sex

IT ALL STARTED WITH A PHONE CALL.

I am a very sexually active 23 year old white female. But it wasn’t always that way!

I was born in south Louisiana and raised in a very conservative household! A lot of what I’m into now and what I do and write about was EXTREMELY frowned upon.

One day I was driving my boyfriend at the times car up to visit hos parents, when thumbing through his satellite radio I stumbled onto an “adult” channel.

The more I drove and the longer I listens I could feel my pants getting soaked. So many men calling into this show to have phone sex live on air!

I then heard the DJ say the phone number for the show, so I called in! It didn’t take long for the host to have me pulled over on a busy highway, finger banging away at my pussy, and cuming so loud and hard live on air for millions to hear! I quickly became a regular caller on the show.

It was from there that the more I chatted with the porn stars on the radio that I decided to pursue a career in porn.

I came up with my name (Alison Bailey) and sought out an agency.

I got into contact with a few places, but I quickly signed a contract with an agency in New Orleans called On Top models.

After getting my first gig I was told I’d be paid $1500! For an audition casting couch type scene.

I met the male talent , fucked him on camera, and was told my money would go into my account. After a week of no pay I called the agency to find out they weren’t legit and now I’m still in the middle of a law suit over video property of me having sex and money said to be Owed to me.

After this as experience I decided to go a different route. Phone sex! It’s safe and I make LOTS of money.( Well enough money from a casual second job talking dirty to people)

And I didn’t want that bad experience to ruin my sexual lifestyle, so I decided to blog my naughty erotic stories!

It’s been about a month since I started phone sex, and writing, and I couldn’t enjoy it any more than I do.

To all you interested in my story follow me on twitter @TheAlisonBailey and check out my site https://alisonbaileystories.wordpress.com/

Signing out,

A.B.