My name is Byron Blanc. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and fit young man of Haitian-American descent. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, but I was born and raised in the town of Atlanta, Georgia. I'm twenty seven years old and hold a Master's degree in Criminal Justice from Georgia State University. I used to be a cop in Atlanta for three years bef...
I am sure everyone has seen some variation of a sexy female police officer costume, such an outfit gave me an idea. How could a police force look if they wore such uniforms and used sex instead of actual force? Here is a short story about how it could operate. Please, tell me your thoughts. Should I expand the idea and write some more stories? * Alexandra...
Chapter 8 – Eloisa The weather quickly changed a couple of days after Kim's birthday. Cold rain and sleet constantly bombarded the dreary streets of Danube City, with the promise that there would be no let-up until next spring. The pavement was covered with cold water and the last of the bicyclists were driven off the streets and into the city's trolleys. T...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
The thing wrapped around his ankle. Every foot kick was slowed down. With mild panic, he yanked his foot until it slipped off and disappeared into the vastness of the water around him. All he could see from the netherworld beneath his neck was a blue-green surface. Tiles of blue-green were separated by white lines of foam, some simply ripples running through...
Copyright Jeanne D'Artois April 2004/May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************************************...
This story concerns an older woman held in a police station for being in a car in which drugs were found, and having to wait handcuffed with a full bladder because there is no female police available to search her. No hard sex, no brutality. A bit of watersports (hold-it, mostly) with some (reluctantly consensual) exhibitionism, mild bondage (handcuffs). *...
'When are you going to do it Dirk?' It was a straightforward question, but Dirk Peterson was struggling to answer. He paused and looked across the frozen boating lake, that Sunday morning. 'Very soon Sadie,' he replied. 'I'll hand in my resignation very soon.' 'Once you've done so, I'll call my old high-school friend in the Midwest. He's assistant editor o...
"Harry, you're the biggest loser I've ever met. Why did I ever leave Jim, for you? This is the last straw. I've definitely had enough of your bullshit. I refuse to lower my knickers for you anymore, ...I'm leaving you!" "Haven't you had fun, Mary?" "That's not fair and you know it, ...interesting is more like it, but all this bullshit is too much for me to...
The limits of power. What an odd thing for someone like myself to ponder. My name is Anthony Saint-Pierre and I'm a six-foot-one, lean and athletic Black male in his mid-twenties living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. A proud member of the Haitian-American community. Currently, I'm a patrol officer with the Massachusetts State Police. It's my second ye...