All characters are adults. Dear Reader, this series is noire. Noire is over the top, offensive crime writing. It's intended to be unpleasant and expose how life is for most people. Feral dogs probably behave better than noire characters. I suggest you leave immediately and try some erotic poetry. ***** Life is a prison sentence you can't escape alive. Se...
Please please write something to me either here as a comment or through my profile. Every little word from someone reading my stories is wonderful. ***** Mao Meiliang starred with disbelief around her as their minivan taxi slowly drove through the busy evening streets of Bangkok. She and her team had taken a late flight and were no heading for the hotel "T...
The usual disclaimers. All people are 18. It's a fantasy. etc, etc. This was also inspired by someone I met online several years ago. I'm a little bit of an outsider to this fetish and this is kind of my spin on the fetish. I hope I hit your buttons right. ***** Race had never been a big part of my fantasies. Like most white guys (I think), I've typically...
I am not a writer, there will probably be grammar issues. If you want great description and deep backgrounds, This is probably not it. Themes of raceplay, wmaf, ntr, taboo --------------- My name is Leonard Chan and I have an obsession for WMAF, and for those who don't know, because at some point in my life I also did not know, WMAF stands for White Male...
I hope everyone enjoys chapter. I'm working on something else that I hope everyone likes as well. Don't worry, I still have plenty planned for this story still, though. Thanks again for reading, voting and leaving comments and messages. It means the world to those of us that write. ***** Carly just dropped quite the bombshell on me. My mind sort of locked...
Sitting at her kitchen table, Shannon took a sip of some tea she had just warmed up. She had her phone beside her resting on the table, reading through some news as she sat and waited for her husband who had the day off today. They were going out for a bit to do some shopping. Shannon rested her chin on her hand while the other was occupied with her cup of t...
NOVEMBER, 1981 The sun had set early and the snowflakes were flying thick and wet in the headlight beams. It was the kind of snowstorm that completely buries anything not moving. The couple had left the trailer park in San Jose around 2pm, and were travelling north through California's central valley on Interstate 5 to get to Klamath Falls, Oregon until the...
Pt. VIII: The Scoop Kim Wright appeared next on Jack's short list of appointments to make. He called the private number Sam Hanson wrote on the back of her business card. Jack knew it was an old card because Sam had told him Kim was no longer an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the largest paper in Nevada. The two agreed to meet fo...
"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed. He was in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and there was various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom. "Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound. Fingertips grazed the many stables that sealed the hole shut. He felt w...
Tobe Lanscott tilted the metal chair back, hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans, crossed his leg, his work boot dangling off one knee, and said without much interest to the man across the desk, "So what flavor is it today, Lieutenant? " He was referring to the red lollipop in the mouth of Lt. Ralph "Red" Redding, detective with the City of Raven...