After my first outing with Stephanie, I knew I had to see her again. The bridge sex had been wild and unplanned. To be truthful, I had only hoped for a make-out session with some hand play, not the hot sex and public creampie that she received. After all,...
As I stepped through the door at Rumps, I stopped and stared. I was virtually alone with her. I found myself appreciating the highlights coming off her tawny skin. She had been firmly fixed in place so she couldn’t budge, and there were marks from her ear...
It had been another stressful day after an extra busy week of work, so when Simon, smiled his devilish grin and suggested we grab a drink together, I was quick to agree. A stiff margarita and a backseat quickie was the start I needed to the weekend! I fol...
1. Watching the Detectives “Do you know why I’ve stopped you, Kelly?” “Because my car is better than yours.” “No, it’s because –” “It is though, isn’t it? An Astra estate? What kind of police car is that?” “Have you been drinking, Kelly?” At this point, p...
“How did I get here?” I asked myself, sitting alone at a back table of a popular restaurant. I was on my “lunch” break, working third shift (3:00 to 11:00 pm) as a police officer. My name is Joey Holmes. Moving from day to night shifts was the downside of...
Without another word, he used the fingers of his left hand to hold her lips open while two fingers from his right suddenly plunged deep into her sweet hole. Honey gasped at the surprise entry, then the gasp turned to a moan of pure pleasure as she felt t...
Honey Franklin was driving her candy apple red Corvette way too fast down a two-lane Mississippi back road one hot and steamy afternoon. Because of the weather, she had removed the two glass roof panels and was running it as a t-top convertible to keep i...
I knew she was a golddigger; she wasn't fooling anyone but my Dad. Porsche (yes, apparently that was her real name) had met my Dad about three months prior to their getting married. He had gone to Las Vegas on a business trip–a sales convention for his co...
Detective Erica Vargas wore her gender like a uniform. She looked at the younger woman across the table. The faint gulp told as much as the perky yellow sweater with bright greek letters. Vargas's favorite tell was the makeup marred from a night in a cell...
At nineteen years old, I was a quiet and studious lad. I attended a state university that was relatively cheap, but I was very aware that my parents were paying for my tuition and a room in a boarding house near the campus and put tremendous pressure on...
Chapter Fifty They say all good things must come to an end. That might be true, but sadly the same isn’t true of all bad. Although in hindsight the outcome was predictable, its beginning came from an entirely unexpected direction and at a time when everyt...
My name is Jacob, and although I work in downtown Tampa, Florida, I live in a suburban area just about eight miles outside the city. I’m in my early thirties with a beautiful wife and two kids in elementary school. I like to think of myself as being an ho...
“Okay, have a seat at my desk sweetheart,” Detective Anderson said to the woman in front of him as he removed her handcuffs. He helped her take off her coat and she sat down dejectedly as if she had lost all hope in everything. Detective Anderson got out...
Detective Andrews knocked on the third door of his rounds, flicking his notebook open in preparation for the inevitable elderly man to open the door. The whole street seemed to be old people, and while they all offered nice tea and biscuits, they were ram...
Previously in "Dirty Tricks" While attending Alexa Grey's, the retiring mayor’s extravagant birthday party, an unknown photographer captures political opponents and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson, and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvo...
