"Hey, hey, hey, Tanaka," a eighteen-year old Chinese boy said to Reo after the peeper opened his own apartment's front door, the Chinese gangster speaking Japanese with a Chinese accent. "I'm Li Wei. I fuck a new girl, or woman, each week. Sell people, buy them, the usual. And a mutual friend of ours hired my services. She wants me to entertain you, so you w...
My name is Mistress Melba and I live in Oakland California in a nice section of a predominantly black neighborhood. I am a big black woman, 35-years old with a big body. I'm in good shape for my age, even though I weigh 240 lbs. I also possess, a big old pair of 42EE titties that look like two half watermelons jutting out from my chest. My fetish specialty,...
Nick woke the next morning to find Angela had already gone downstairs. He rolled out of bed and remembered his night time 'distraction' and chided himself. 'You're happily married. At least it's only in your head.' Nick thought to himself. He strolled into the bathroom and looked himself over. He was tall, toned and lean. Still in good shape from his run...
Mariko The Mercedes was parked at the end of the alley. The driver made no move to open the rear door for her but she knew her business was concluded. The staid salaryman next to her in the back seat rearranged himself and zipped his trousers, a satisfied look on his face. She let herself out and the big hover lifted off with a welltuned hum. She twisted he...
Proclivity. Such an interesting word and fetish is its sister. I would learn much about these words later but I learned a lot that night. I snuck into the house and when Cook called me for dinner, I was dressed and ready. My father and mother entered the dining room as always, hand in hand, smiles on their faces. To all assembled, they would seem like any or...
Jaime was a 24 year old mother of a 2 year old who was also 6 months pregnant. Her and her husband both being out of work only added to the stress of everyday life. She worried daily how she could make the bills on only the $800 she got from unemployment benefits every month. Truth was that she was screwed and she knew it. The only happiness she had came whe...
An occasional series of short stories about ex-Staff Sergeant Daniel Matthews. ***** Chapter 1: The Attaché Case I was crawling up the wall. Literally, climbing up a vertical Victorian brick wall using fingertips and toes. Plenty of grip for an experienced and rather desperate climber. Halfway up I skirted around the illuminated window and carried on clim...
Marianne and Albert spent the rest of Christmas day trying on the clothes from the dumpster. Since it was Christmas, the streets were deserted, so they could laugh and frolic without worrying about being discovered or run off. Most of the other street people had huddled up elsewhere, so they felt relatively secure that they wouldn't be disturbed. They moved...
"Does it hurt?" The answer was a pinched groan, followed by a short stream of obscenities. The wounded man slumped further in the wooden chair. One hand grasped a swollen gut, crimson honey spilling over his splayed fingers. In the whitening fist of his other hand, a bottle of amber liquid hung half-gone. From the bottle the man took a healthy mouthful, swa...
It must be said that I was a little nervous as I walked down the cold street; the damp street that ran along the dank and dark city. The yellow tinted lights that hung shivering in the night air cast ominous shadows on the dismal old walls of the buildings. The church bells chimed; chimed eleven times echoing through the empty alleyways and crevices of the b...