Circumstance occasionally lead an author to venture into subjects he or she would not usually visit in order to create a certain quality or mood he seeks to express, and such is the case here. This story deals in intentionally brutal and abject forms of sex, and readers who are offended by violence and the grosser excrescences of the human body are cautioned...
Andy Bartholomew is a tough NY Cop with fifteen years experience in the force. Promoted to Detective five years ago he commenced working for the Vice Squad, but is now a respected Homicide Detective. He’s a man’s man and takes no crap from anyone, whether that is a partner, another cop or a criminal. He’s the kind of Cop who works within the rules and takes...
Please read chapter 1 to find out how this story came about. Also, apologies for the delay in publishing this next chapter, due to the fact that so much has gone on lately, the situation becoming more complex and dare I say it even more daring and confusing, especially for Lindsey and myself, the paths that we have been led down, so, it has been difficult t...
Every culture has their own stories and lore: The Greeks believed in gods and goddesses, sirens and some other crazy shit, Scotland and Ireland believed in the Banshee, then the Americas believed in big foot the Char-Man, Mothman and Goat man, England believed in the Will-o'-the-wisp, dragons, elves, ogres. The list goes on and on. But there's one legend I...
"Miss Mannerly, you must do something." "Your Honor, perhaps you can help me, then." "And how may I help you?" He asks, as if it might be slightly beneath him to give help to someone, rather than expecting it from them. "That I know of, there is no law, city ordinance or other directive that makes it a requirement he be in school." Miss Mannerly is carefu...
This is chapter 1 of a 3 chapter story. Sincere thanks to CWatson, for his editing efforts on this large job. I've made a few changes since he reviewed the draft so its likely any 'clangers' are mine. (A Swag is a canvas bed roll, usually including a basic foam mattress and blankets.) * Don had worked hard this morning, and thought he'd earned a break--...
Here's a new story, very different from my previous interracial story. It came almost full blown into my head as I was listening to a blues number one night this spring. It is hopefully a successful attempt to write not only an erotic interracial story, but crime noir as well. I look forward to hearing your comments, both pro and con. As always, this is a w...
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JULY 15, 89: What a fine and glorious day! A slight breeze carries a comfortable temperature all through the city. The sun is bright and chipper, but there's more to my happiness than weather! In addition to our blessed nature, I continue receiving amicable visitors. I don't have a moment's peace for people keep stopping by, saying hi, congratulations, so o...
Hiding a Company sniper from drug lord killers. * My name is Bernice McDonald and I am the very happy owner/ operator of a couple of children's day-care centers. I love my life and I love this work. I love children and since I have one of my own this helps satisfy my need to nurture. I have not always felt or recognized this need. I was born in a remote...