This story has six short chapters. I will submit a chapter for posting each day for those who want the story all at once. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. Please don't pre-judge the story. There are quite a few twists and turns. It could go in a number of different categories. DG Hear Chapter 1: I'm Ra...
Clay, a fellow realtor at London House, the most successful real estate agency in West Los Angeles, had last Tuesday lured Alex to a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. The evening began well for the coworkers, playing pool and mixing it up with some of Clay's buddies. His imposing physical presence provided her with a feeling of security, his athletic bui...
This story stands on its own but does reference the Reverend DuToit who appears first in the second portion of 'Meeting me at the Ritz' * "How did I get here?" thought Michelle. Here was sitting at a biker bar in Fisheating Creek, Florida. Who even ever heard of Fisheating Creek? More to the point, here was sitting in a chair, her blouse completely unbutt...
Chrissy drove up to the address she had for her date made from a dating site. Parking, and going in, she thought the bar looked a little rough. From the entrance, she looked across the dark bar for the man who had scheduled this meeting with her, but didn't see him. Rather than turn and leave, she stepped into the bar. Chrissy wore a loose blouse, a tight s...
Still in S.E. Georgia where we'd met Mr.Joe Whuzzit. We were registered and planning on staying at that same campground till the next Sunday afternoon. We'd already made new friends and found some fun strip joints. Actually, with some help, you noticed we finally found the third Strip Club. It was larger and more modern. More dancing girls. More customers. M...
WARNING! This story is degrading to women, bikers, and pool tables and may lead to a loss of body fluids. For part of my life I lived with a biker named Zack, or Zeke, or something with a Zee. His real name was Ezekiel Zachary Zanders. I would sometimes call him "Omega Man," but usually called him something that began with the letter zee. I met Zack in At...
To kick things off, I'll explain a little about me first then get straight in to what occurred on the night in question. My name is Szabyna, but everyone calls me Sabi. In fact everyone calls me Sabi the slut. A name I am very proud to bear as I know I certainly earned it. I'm of Polish descent with a slight accent, that most men find very sexy. Top that o...
It couldn't have really happened. Could it? Maybe it was just a dream, a twisted result of my uncontrollable desires. Man, my head is killing me. I definitely had way too much to drink last night. As I turn to see Bridgid blissfully sleeping beside me, there is no sign of anything out of the ordinary. I lie in bed and try to think through the fog of my hang-...
New Orleans and PIZZA GAMES More pizza and more pussy. Let the games begin. Cum with me for our first ever vacation in New Orleans. We'd heard about how wild it got during Mardi Gras' and other times. Seemed like the right place to go. Original plans were to ride the old Harley Panhead Hydraglide with tank shift down along the Mississippi River and spend...
Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years. He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the...