Chapter 8 – Eloisa The weather quickly changed a couple of days after Kim's birthday. Cold rain and sleet constantly bombarded the dreary streets of Danube City, with the promise that there would be no let-up until next spring. The pavement was covered with cold water and the last of the bicyclists were driven off the streets and into the city's trolleys. T...
Ten years earlier... 8:13 am. A police cruiser is double parked in front of the twenty-two-story Marriott hotel at Broadway and Market Streets in downtown St. Louis. From my fourteenth-floor office across the street, I can see two tiny figures emerge from the car and walk with purposeful strides toward the entrance. The officers disappear into the hotel lob...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Heidi Tate was frightened to go to bed. Every time she did, the man who was terrorizing her called with his obscene comments. But, exhausted, she finally slid between the sheets and turned off her lights. Unable to sleep, she laid there, waiting for the phone to ring. After a while, when it didn't ring, she finally drifted off to sleep. The trilling bell of...
This is the story about how I finally got up the nerve to kiss Kerry Lynn, a beautiful TransLady who I became enthralled with due to our relationship as COP/Prostitute; both of us working the streets. Make no judgements about her lifestyle; she was a beautiful person inward as well as outwardly. * I was a seasoned police officer at the age of 35. I knew m...
In all of my previous writing I've told largely biographical tales, although, I do admit that I sometimes embellished the truth a little, and I always telescoped time frames, otherwise my readers would have died of boredom! In the tale I'm about to relate, however, the whole thing is complete fantasy, developed from some thoughts I had when I was driving bac...
Hello, there. My name is Thomas James Des-Champs, T.J. to my friends, and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and mean, brown-skinned and black-haired, ruggedly handsome gentleman of the Haitian persuasion. I hail from the City of Cap-Haitien, in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. I'm a former police officer and car mechanic by trade, but my avocation is hun...
My name is Wilson Tetu and I'm a young black man of Cameroonian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions rocks! I'm currently a student at the Brockton Institute of Technology, a four-year private school located in Brockton's West Side. I've been going there since graduating from Brockton High School in 2006. It's a damn good s...
This is a true story about real people and events. I know some of the people involved in this story and got the inside scoop from them. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty as well as the innocent. There is no sex in this story, suggest you read someone else's work for that. As always constructive criticisms and comments are welcome...
This story is the continuing saga of Sue. In part one she is anally deflowered. Part two is the next day. Her boss frames her for embezzling funds from the company. This is the story of what she has to endure to avoid punishment at the hands of her boss and some crooked police officers. They all intend to use Sue sexually for their own pleasure, but Sue is s...