After a refreshing day at the golf course in which Vince sunk an eighty-yard chip for birdie, we decided to celebrate the shot of his life with a trip to I-Lounge. I had always been a fan of I-Lounge. It wasn't a huge club, but it had a certain dynamic that made it perfect for my style. I loathe bars that are simply one giant room. The animal in me thinks it...
The rambling estate mansion, which is Leeza Gibbon's California home, rests elegantly on 35 wooded acres in Beverly Hills. It has a grand, wide neo-classic Rococo exterior, while the interior design elements reflect it's owner; sleek, chic and sophisticated. Purchased in 1988 after a successful 40 million dollar CBS deal, the property is maintained by a smal...
If I were to start this story with a word, a word to sum it all up, I would pick "beauty". It's one of the simplest and overused words in the English language. It brings to mind things like sunshine, and women with delicate features. That's not the type of beauty I'm talking about. More like the kind of beauty that festers, lives and breaths under the sin. D...
Chapter 14 Exhibit A Judge Maxwell surveyed the courtroom before sinking into her seat while the usher struggled to silence the court. The House of Justice had been crowded for the past thirty minutes, the boisterous spectators eager for a sight of the defendant. As an uneasy silence descended Maxwell finally let her eyes fall on the accused standing, legs...
Chapter 8 Myrtle Beach, South Carolina – Conrad & Leah Conrad Gentner considered himself a sort of libertine; a real lady's man. He was justifiably proud of his nine inch cock. But his many conquests were due more to the fact that the women in question were usually somewhat inebriated, or enticed to his place, not to see any etchings, but because he offer...
**This is the story of a cocaine runner and his rise and fall to glory. I am testing the waters with this one. Have many more chapters waiting if is something you are interested in post some feedback and I will keep posting.** * Prologue The sleek outline of the black Jaguar XJ-8 nearly disappeared against the darkness of the desert. Quick and sexy, the c...
My adventures are not all fun and games. As some of you may already know, I was recently diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder (Type II, sometimes called "baby bipolar" as it is less intense than Type I). My tendency to take things to the extreme, things like drugs and sex, stems largely from this condition, though perhaps I was always destined to take things too...
Chapter 1 Iris and Kata had a quarrel about Trish. Iris accused Kata of monopolizing her. They finally agreed to share her, as in she would give each one three evenings of her week, and had one for herself. Whereas Kata moved with low lives, Iris moved with the rich and affluent, the fine, noble society. She would dress Trish up real nice and take her to...
A Porto Rican Blow Job at the Zoo, Hogarth the Disco Star in Tel Aviv, Goldie, the Israeli Tranny and a brief mention of My 2nd Wife. "They" say there is no pussy like Jewish pussy. That always seemed like a stupid thing to say, "They" must be idiots My second wife was a Jew and her pussy wasn't any different than any other woman's; there were better, there...
Abseiling back down the side of the building on a luminous cord of photons, I swing through the skylight of the restaurant's sunroom and amble up to the bar. Carrie-Anne is checking her clipboard, sipping a martini. "Could you fix me one of those, babe?" She slides the bottle my way abruptly. "Not so much of the 'babe', flyboy. Nice performance in there,...