Evan Malone liked the midnight shift. 12 am to 8 am along a stretch of Pacific Coast Highway right at the border of Malibu. It was never dull, and the arrests and citations were easy and built up his record. Most of the time he was pulling over rich drunk fucks in their BMWs, Porches, and Mercedes. Half the time they had hookers or call girls in the front se...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
"That's nice, Dale," I moaned as he sucked on my neck. My husband's right hand was between my legs. His wet finger pushed into my ass. My cell phone phone rang and it momentarily distracted me. I glanced at the screen. Damien. "Shit," I muttered. "Don't answer it," Dale growled. I ignored the phone and returned to making out with my husband. A minute lat...
Author's Foreword. For all the fans and readers who have asked for part two, here it is.....finally! Thank you all for following Kenny's saga, and your interest in my stories. And this IS a STORY, containing characters with emotions and feelings. If you only want to read the sex, there isn't any at the start, - so you might as well skip forward............
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies & Duct Tape. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2001. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any...
I hadn't heard from Tom since the night he made me his bitch. I felt used, like a high school girl who gave it up to her prom date and doesn't hear from him again. I didn't expect flowers, but at least he could call. This affair with Tom was only beginning. He wasn't my first, but he definitely was the best so far. I had been laid a few times with a guy I m...
In order to graduate from college, I had to take a culture social studies class, so I took African studies with Professor White my senior year. Dr. White was a radical black man in his early fifties who had frosty grey in his hair, wore a bow tie and was very proper in his teaching approach. This class was extremely difficult and I was not doing well. One...
I awoke in the strange bed, my mind foggy. I knew where I was, vaguely, but the warmth of sleep still wrapped me up. I fell back into dreams again, the horny dreams that swam around my foggy mind every morning. Dreams of gorgeous warm bodies writhing in pleasure, of dominance and compliance, of others enjoying me, of sensual kinky wanton desire. My erection...
Nile woke, realizing he had fallen asleep. He had not meant to. He felt a sense of relief upon seeing Arden still laying beside him. The vampire was asleep as well. Nile looked at the clock. Still a few hours before Arden would awake and leave, going to wherever he spent the daylight. He gazed at the vampire lying there on his stomach, his face turned toward...