The Private Transvestite Detective (Or The Undercover Dick) With apologies to the writers of the various movies from which I borrowed some inspiration (and a few good lines). Chapter One It was late Friday afternoon and I sat behind my desk smoking a cigarette, leaning back in my chair with my high-heels resting on yesterday's newspaper. I contemplated m...
Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...
What Happened at the Warehouse Office One Friday Evening (Part II) Kristina waved as her secretary, Jennifer headed out the door. It was Friday afternoon and Kristina was the only one still at the office warehouse she managed. She still had work to do and there would be a couple more drivers needing to sign special papers on the shipments they were picking...
"Peter, come on Peter. I just don't have time for another fund-raiser. I have work to do this week." "Alicia, this one is important. He can contribute big bucks to my campaign and, besides, I think you'll really like him. He's not one of those stuffy old money millionaires." "OK, when and where?" she said, resigned to the duties of a candidate's wife....
Money had been tight for some time now and at 35 Jamie felt helpless in fending off the bill collectors calling each day. Her husband Tom had lost a good job some time back and was now skimming along on a mediocre wage with a smaller company. It was Monday, the day after another weekend of no nights out, no dinner at any fancy restaurants just endless Telev...
"So here you are, Tim." Jared Grimm looked at his foster brother with some contempt. Timothy Grimm grinned, tipping his Coors, and flashing his dark eyes at Jared. Jared had to admit he missed the rapscallion, and here he was settling back onto the luxurious couch in Jared's suite near Harvard Law School, where Jared was a third year student. "Great to be...
Dear Shoeblossom: I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the gardener greets me respectfully "Mr. Wegg, how are you?" I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city... and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan. "Hello, Pom." She greets me, smiling. Z...
It was another depressing morning for Roger Jones. He had got the bus, like he did every weekday morning, at 8:25am; a cool breeze running over his closely shaved head as he stepped on. Ten minutes weaving around housing estates, then onto a main road and at the end was his stop - off he got, a two minute walk around the corner, through the gates to his offi...
Authors Note: This is my thirty-seventh story and it's a work of pure fiction that was actually written about a year before being submitted here on Literotica, it just took me forever to put on the finishing touches. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to vote and that all feedback is greatly appreciated! ************************************* Mark wasn...
A woman receives a gift that can either be a blessing or a curse. This story is somewhere between a non-romance short story and a non-erotic semi-occult fantasy. It is very, very tame on the erotic side. There are some rough reference to a serial rapist, but no activity is described. If you are looking for something stronger, try some of my other stories....