Confessions of a Prostitute : Kendra Sunderland

I'll tell you the worst part 
about being a whore,
Its not walking them out,
It's dead bolting the door.

If you lock it too fast,
Then I'm scared that they'll know,
I wanted them to leave,
The whole night was a show.

So I anxiously wait,
And I lock it real slow,
My sex drive depleting, screaming
Please won't you go!

But that cash is so good
That I just can't say no,
So I fuck men for money,
A little weed and some blow.

It's hard to remember,
To let the door slam,
To remember I'm a whore,
And I shouldn't give a damn.

Abigail Mac : Girl in a Red Bikini

Red-colored bikini calls 
to red-blooded male,  
Like the bone that makes 
a dog waggle its tail! 
 
You're the tastiest morsel 
upon that plate,  
To meet you in the flesh, 
what man could bear wait? 
 
I would share my best day
 and its now- with you,  
Showing off what I've got
and what I can do.  
 
There's not much of you 
that you keep out of sight;  
What is covered would you 
let me enjoy it forever?  
A bikini of such heart-firing redness