Gloria's story: My husband, Peter, is police commissioner of our large southwestern city, and he's walking a very fine line between protecting the public from illegal sexual activities versus actively participating in them. Yes, his vice squad continually attempts to tamp down prostitution, pimps, and sexual slavery. But, on the other hand, he gives protect...
I'm a werewolf. Fuck my life. I hate it. Every night I turn into a medium sized golden brown wolf. My grandmother knows and smiles at me every time I leave at night. "Blair, can you go to Collin's house for me?" She asks and I nod slowly. "Collin is one of my friends from church." She says to answer my question. "Where does he live?" I ask her. "On the...
I'm not sure when it hit me; this was almost the same trip we'd started the year before? Then it occurred to me: when does one journey end, and the next begin? Then - as now - we'd spruced up the boat, loaded her up with fuel and provisions. Then - as now - we'd left midcoast Maine and sailed south for Massachusetts Bay, bound for the Cape Cod Canal. Then -...
This is my first attempt at writing...ever...anywhere. It has some truth to it but mostly from my own fantasies. Please go easy on me, I am a virgin writer and am very fragile...enjoy. Let me first start off by saying that my wife Tina is absolutely gorgeous. She is part black and part asian and stands at 5'5" with jet black hair and big brown eyes. She is...
Time is moving towards the escape, but now there are complications. Will Patrick and Rachel be reunited, or will Snake manage to continue to make their life hell. I hope you are enjoying this multi part 2 to Rattling Snakes Cage and the many colourful characters whos paths cross in this romantic crime thriller. * The noise in the D wing shower room was o...
His wife worked second shift at the supermarket, the kids were in bed, and there was nothing on television. Jason sat at the computer surfing the web for pornography. Tired of the same old stuff, up skirts and down blouses, albeit, his favorites, he wanted something different, a video, perhaps, instead of photos but he had watched every up skirt and down bl...
My name is Nikki Ayres, and for years I've kept the secret of my promiscuity from my friends, family, and co-workers. By day I'm the quiet, efficient account executive whom you might pass in the hallway and never give a second glance. When night time comes I yield to my insatiable lust and seek pleasure wherever and however I can find it. These are my confes...
It didn't matter that the same emerald hillside view had been rolling pass her car windows for the past half hour, Sierra O'Connor was in heaven watching the sheep dotting the green Irish countryside. She'd landed in Munster this afternoon, procured a rental car, grabbed a map and headed out for Connacht and the quaint bed and breakfast Inn she'd made reserv...
Nadezsha stepped out of the shower, her skin tingling from the hot water, and the body wash she'd luxuriated in. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw Arkady standing there, sans any sort of covering on the upper half of his body. "Were you waiting for the shower?" she asked innocently. She'd left him asleep when she climbed out of his bed to perform her...
Graham the Nude Waiter ... or Adventures in the New Ritz Poodle Dog Club The whole fabric of human existence is that of domination and submission. - Friedrich Nietzsche This note, along with a fully nude picture of Graham, was slipped beneath Louisa's napkin on a previous visit to the Poodle Dog. You know the place, right? The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club wa...