Fred returned to Jenny's flat - or The Cat House, as he heard other boys say - a number of times in the short weeks that followed. The girls were insistent that they were not prostitutes, but they enjoyed the company of soldiers, whose passion and fear fueled some pleasurable nights. Some of the girls also felt they were doing a sort of civic duty, giving bo...
My friends and I are regular married guys in our early forties. Every now and then the five of us enjoy a boy's night out where we hit the bars and then sometimes visit a strip club. We've been doing this for years but it would be fair to say that the strip clubs have become a bit mundane; there's been talk of us doing something a bit raunchier but so far it...
The next morning was spent recovering from a wicked hangover and relaxing by the pool. The afternoon again brought rain, but it passed quickly. When the sun came back out, Roland took his guitar for a walk down the beach. This stretch of beach, beyond the strip of hotels and restaurants, was flanked by a large park and nature preserve full of palms and oth...
"Chad, I need to see you right away," Rieko said in an exasperated tone over my mobile phone. "Can you pick me up at my work place?" Even though I had been expecting her call, I pretended that I wasn't sure as to my availability. "Come on, Chad. You're holding my Raymond's markers. Don't deny it," she interjected. "He came home late last night and said tha...
This is a transgender story. If you don't like that, then stop reading now. If you've read BBW Blind Date Surprise, you'll find that this story is a riff on that one. Consider this an experiment. It's almost identical in plot, and dialogue with a few obvious differences. Hope you enjoy it. Special Thanks to EmmaTG and Holly and Salina for their input. But le...
It's been a couple months since we started smuggling people from my hometown to our tomb. There were various reasons why they went with us. Some were in disbelief that monsters could be living this close by and they just had to see it for themselves. Others were sick of working and close to being tossed aside. Some were old, others broken from labor. But the...
Cassidy Black woke up that Friday morning and groaned in agony, even before the harsh beep of the alarm clock. She knew it would ring soon, but she remained still with anticipatory dread. It didn't matter. She was miserable because Cassidy hated Fridays. Her futon's rust-worn coils squeaked and screeched when she rolled upright. Her plump toes searched the...
Al Brown is the name. Just your average, everyday six-foot-six, 250-pound black man. A native and lifelong resident of Atlanta, Georgia. I was a police officer for twenty years, but recently I retired. I got tired of being the only black police sergeant in the entire state police force. The police force isn't what it used to be. I am now dedicated to running...
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Part 1 of 2. All rights reserved. This Work may not be copied, published, republished or posted on any other venue or media, in whole or in part, without the author's express written permission. Many thanks to my editor, who wishes to remain anonymous. Without her time and expertise, so generously given, this would be less enjoyable reading. All remainin...