I work the beaches in Orange County. That's my territory, and very rich territory it is, too. Los Angeles, just a few miles to the north, is often lucrative as well, but risky, and too crowded for my taste. The takings are easier and more consistent on the beaches from Newport to Seal Beach in OC, so that's where I have set up shop, so to speak. So what's...
Clark wiped the tears from Justin's cheeks and kissed him lovingly where the tears streamed from Justin's sad eyes. Their tears mingled and dampened their faces. Clark held Justin in his arms and rocked him back and forth as though they were in a rocking chair, one that a mother would sit in to rock her child to sleep while it was cradled in her loving arms....
You've heard this one before, probably. I know I have. Someone, usually a woman but sometimes a guy, gets stopped by the cops, tries to talk them out of writing a ticket, and ends up saying something like "I'll do anything you want, just don't give me a ticket." Of course, "I'll do anything you want" means "I'll have sex with you any way you want it," and of...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
PART ONE Chapter One Everything about me is BIG. I am considered by many to be a giant, definitely an oddity. My hairy body measures 6'8", wear 14 ½ shoes which I usually get custom made. My hands are enormous, like baseball mites and yes, my cock is also big, about 9 inches long, fat and cut and I have huge hairy balls, big low hangers. At 35 years of ag...
Oh, man. This stuff really hurts. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I'm getting fucked in the ass. My name is Henry Mohammed. A six-foot-four, lean and muscular African man living in the City of Vancouver, Province of British Columbia. I work as a Police Officer in the City and I'm a closet Bisexual. Right now, I'm getting fucked by my boyfri...
Author's note: When I started this story, I intended it to be one short story, but it grew too long, so I ended up with a second chapter, this one. There is still more to come so I guess it will extend now to a third chapter, however that should conclude it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * (At the very end of Part 1, DJ and I were supposed to connect Monday eve...
Chapter 7: Out of a Storybook An astonished cry that was meant to be "Jane!" escaped my lips, but it was muffled by the tape over my mouth. She walked over to the bed where I could see her in a better light. I was still dizzy from being knocked out, but a closer look told me the truth. This was not Jane. Sure, it was the same long, flowing hair, the same wa...
This chapter eroticises non-consensual sex in a voyeuristic sense, it does not condone or glorify it. It takes some of the archetypes of gay domination or S&M fantasy, e.g. positions of power, physical prowess, isolation, bondage to illustrate the motives driving such an assault. I have endeavoured to show how, in real life people can and do save themselves...
"Why would you fuck around on me like that? Why would you!" Karen yelled as she shoved at the barn door. She screamed as she ran out of the barn in a raging fit. "I like fucking him because when I grab and lick his tits he actually responds!" shouted Derek to Karen as she ran toward the house. "You are a fucking piece of shit! My tits are so much bigger t...