Warning! There are references to extramarital sex in this story! If this theme offends you, go elsewhere. A few comments are in order. I wrote Zebulon as an intentional affront to the Burn The Bitch trolls that have infested Literotica. If fiction describing extramarital sex so offends these people, they should not be coming to this site or at least the Lo...
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...
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...
Editorial support is acknowledged with deep gratitude, any remaining errors are all mine! ***** "When constabulary duty's to be done - To be done. Ah, take one consideration with another - With another, A policeman's lot is not a happy one." From the light operatic piece: The Pirates of Penzance, by Gilbert and Sullivan Newly promoted police sergeant...
Actually, for the past 34 years, since President Nixon declared a wage freeze in 1973, Jack's life and the lives of most of the middle class baby boomers began a downward spiral of misery, misfortune, and poverty. In 2000, Jack turned 60-years-old, his wife died of cancer, and the city broke ground to develop low income and section 8 housing the next street...
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...
It was my third day home from work and I still hadn't got over the terrible incident that happened to me on Monday. I'm a branch manager for First National Bank. I work in a small branch located in a small suburban town. It happened Monday. Two armed robbers attempted to hold us up and, because of a quick thinking teller, they got trapped in the bank by the...
My name is Salomon Jamal Dankos. I'm a six-foot-two, good-looking black man living in the city of Boston. By day, I drive around in a patrol car. I'm a member of the Boston Police Department. Attached to the Urban Affairs Division. Before joining the police force, I was a student at UMass-Boston, where I earned a bachelor of science degree in Criminal Justic...
Chapter Two - Ian's Story Ian Quinn was a bookworm. He inherited a talent for numbers from his father so math was his best subject in school. Growing up in a small towm in the Midwest, Ian made a name for himself with his phenomenal ability with numbers. Early in high school, he established himself as the guru of math and easily made extra money tutoring o...
The athletic-toned Sally Warner called on her friend Becky Allen and found two cars in the driveway. Recognizing one of them as Sally's parents' vehicle, Sally instantly figured the police car parked at the gate entrance might have been a callout. She hurried along the side of the house to the pool where she was expected for the pre-arranged drink with her f...