This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infring...
"The only certainties in this life are death and taxes," Brandon Jones said with a sigh. Lying on a hospital bed, in the intensive care unit of the Ottawa Hospital Civic Campus, Brandon felt his eyes drooping, although whether that had to do with the meds or his general tiredness, he couldn't say for sure. He would have fallen asleep again if it weren't for...
Officer Keith Bohn smirked inside the darkened interior of his police cruiser feeling smug about his stealth position in a used car lot where he was hidden from casual view. Across the street a wedding reception had been raging most of the night, and was just now beginning to wind down. A quick glance at the clock on the radio revealed that it was nearing on...
Jose lay on his bunk in the cell and listened to the drip, drip, dripping sound of water somewhere in the Los Angeles County jail. He couldn't locate where the sound was coming from and he was unable to do anything about it. He found himself concentrating intently on the sound; he wanted to scream. After a while he became aware of other sounds around him,...
This is a five chapter romantic crime thriller with twists and turns, hot romantic sex, a little male on male violence telling the story about Michael and Libby, and I hope you like this tale of their adventure as they fall in love. * Standing in the shadows of the trees he watched the back of the building calculating his chances of being seen when he woul...
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...
Standing in front of his locker, Ottawa Police Service constable Stephen Jean Guillot read the words "No Negro Faggots On The Ottawa Police Force" and sighed. Squaring his massive shoulders, the young Black man turned to look at the other police officers in the locker room, white men one and all. Glaring at them, he spoke loud and clear as he demanded to kno...
The bisexual lifestyle can be a lot of fun. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Lawrence Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking black man living in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as an executive at Anderson & Winston on Boston's Financial District, one of the top investment firms in New England. For the most part, life is good. I ma...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 90). This story c...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...