In retrospect, the subject I chose to study at college, European History, matched my personal history. Both were unpredictable. Both saw great changes over time, and a diverse cast of both good and dubious characters. And both included a lot of sex! I was especially keen to study at a particular university in Madrid, because I could work under a professor whose books I had enjoyed reading in high school. Mr. Lopez special...

“If you do something to help me, you’ll get a blowjob tonight,” I said down the phone. “There isn’t much you can ask for I’ll turn down on those terms!” Roberto said, as I’d expected. “The only stipulation is that you aren’t allowed to ask why I want you to help me with this. Do we have a deal?” “Absolutely!” I’d met Roberto in the lecture hall. He’d been exiting his social studies class; I’d been entering for my lecture...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” “Merry Christmas!” We all clinked glasses, my parents, my brother and I. “Here’s to health, wealth and happiness!” said my dad. I smiled inwardly. Two of those things had improved substantially for me of late. I had made nearly three thousand dollars by making three adult videos since September. I’d engaged in a threesome. I’d been sodomised for the first time. I’d had a wild fuck in a step-fa...

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I would like to make it clear that I, Roser. P of Madrid, deny the accusation that I had sex with four men in twenty-four hours. One, I admit to. I would consider a plea bargain whereby I cop to two. But Roser. P made love to, at most, two of those men. The others went with Joana La Loca. Now, I already hear the cries of, “Objection!” from the opposing bench. They will counter that I AM J...

“Happy Birthday, Roser!” My mum led the toast. My dad, my mum, and my circle of close friends from college all clinked glasses. “Here’s to many more,” said Maria, who I sat next to in class and was the best friend I’d made there. We sat next to each other in lectures. We went to museums and historical sites together. We were going to see Coldplay in May. “Thank you!” I had another reason to celebrate, though I was not abo...

Sitting in the lecture hall, I strained my vision to read the slides on the screen. They were swimming before my eyes, and the light of the screen set off jolts of pain in my throbbing head. I looked away, focusing on the professor. Professor Lopez was a well-known historian and, in fact, one of the reasons I’d applied to this college was to study under him. His were the only lectures I was still going to. They were that...

When the sun went down on the tenth day since I had opened up to Christian about my secret past in pornography, he still had not called. He had texted a couple of times in reply to me, but it was bland stuff like, “How was your day?” and “College going ok?”. After our conversation, he’d said, “Will you understand if I take some time to think? I’m not breaking things off. But this is kind of a shock, Roser. It doesn’t soun...