Chapter 9. Richard was up early the next day, throwing himself into some destruction. He attacked a bricked up fireplace with a sledgehammer trying to divert his mind from the previous night's cowardice. His past would have to come out eventually and it would be a lot better coming from him. Part of him still clung to the hope it would all go away. He was s...
Red-Faced Part 3: Spanked Red Sara's ENF vacation with Rosie continues This story is the third installment my "Red-Faced" story (following Red-Faced on the Red-Eye Part 1 and Red-Faced Part 2: Sunburn) and would best be enjoyed after reading those first. These stories follow wannabe exhibitionist Sara on her Caribbean vacation, which she and her friend Ros...
Hello, everybody. Tonight, I got a tale to share with you. You see, I have a problem and to solve it, well, I am forced to do things. The kind of things that law enforcement kind of frowns upon. I've always been that way. In the eyes of the world, I am just your average guy. I'm six-foot-one, slightly chubby but still alright, with dark brown skin and curly...
Seymour Klazowski opened one eye while his hand searched for the bottle lying on the pavement next to him. He lifted the bottle and stared. "Fuck!" he growled before throwing the empty Night Train Express bottle away. Seymour pulled his coat up around his throat against the cold and snuggled further against the dumpster in the alley behind the Woolworth Stor...
The trip to Tristan's house took less than five minutes, and after pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park, they all got out and headed for the door. They had just reached the walkway when the front door swung open, and on seeing that Kimi, her mother and Tyler were approaching the porch steps, Tristan's parents looked quizzically at them. "He...
Before you carry on reading this tale I need to warn you it is not very dramatic or even vaguely kinky. None the less I think it may well entertain a good many readers of these pages. My name is Barry and I have just passed the age of twenty one. I know I'm good looking in a way that I've heard described as pretty more than manly. I know it's true but what...
Good morning, my brothers and sisters. May the Lord bless you on this beautiful day. My name is Ramon Jean-Claude. I was born in the City of Leon on the island nation of Nicaragua to a Haitian father and Latin mother. I grew up in the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. My parents emigrated to the United States of America when I was younger. I hold a Doc...
Katherine's key jammed against the lock to her apartment door as she fumbled with it in her shaking hands. The brown paper bag of groceries balanced with one arm against her hip threatened to topple, and Kate's twisted posture barely kept it upright. A million terrified, adrenalin fueled thoughts fought for dominance under the buzzing neon light as she despe...
"What are we going to do about this?" he repeated. Again she opened her mouth. Again he levelled his gaze at her. Again she began to mouth words and paused in a sort of silent desperation. "Wash the paint off... and whatever else. We can talk after." he spoke in an arctic tone that belied the steaminess of the bathroom. Turning he left her to her ablutions...
This is not an autobiography. The names and events are a product of my imagination although I am certain that things such as I have described happen everyday somewhere. Many thanks to the men and women who form the thin blue line between us and anarchy. Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to be a policeman. It started when I saw an old black a...