Life in the detective bureau was anything but routine. Everyday there were new challenges. Crime never stops.
My day began at 8:30 am. I usually stopped off on the way to work to pick up coffee and some form of breakfast for myself and for the rest of the detectives, as well as the Chief. One of my duties was a review of the crime reports filed by the uniform division during the previous 24 hours. Cops often were not skilled writers. It was my job to review their reports for accuracy and
The heavy cement building went from a speck on the horizon to a great looming hungry monster in seconds. Kelsey’s eyes took in the structure. The walls were cold and unwelcoming; the electric fence was topped with angry looking razor wire. The gray sky above matched the setting well. Kelsey saw the blood on her hands through the blur of tears. She had been convicted fairly by a jury. This would be her home for the next twenty-five years.
If the trial was so fair then why did Kelsey feel like
This is a true story from the Bournemouth gay sauna-bar at its old location, when it had a dedicated playroom. Locals will know what I mean.
The sauna-bar was huge. Half of it consisted of showers, saunas, hot-tubs and the like. Separated by a bar in the middle, the other half was a dark labyrinth of rooms. Some were private, some had mirrored windows and some contained toys.
At the very back of this maze through a barred door was a bondage playroom replete with a lovely assortment of
Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir – or the other any sort of pet names – but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made – but then while interacting – no assumptions should be made – that is where you need to find out your partner.
I am very much into the bondage aspect — think about it for a second — all of these
They had been working in the same office for some time now. He had always lusted after her lithe young form in stolen moments. He, the studious young employee, trying to get ahead, trying to always do the right thing. Trying to get her attention, trying to get her affections. But she would have nothing to do with him. She was more concerned about her life, her lovers, and, quite frankly, herself.
She was cold to his advances, to say the least. But even crueler than that, she always seemed to be
My hand is firm on the back of your neck. The chilly fall rain licks against the panes, as your hard nipples press into the glass of the elevator wall.
Your head turns to the side and your ear picks up the sounds of the party below. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant.
You try to turn to look back, but I press you forward. This is my show, and the puppet dances only when her string is pulled.
“Ass out.”
You widen our stance, thrusting your hips backward. Your hands reach behind
#1 – Margaret
Margaret had been worried about Ricky ever since the accident. Carrie, Margaret’s daughter, had been put in the hospital with a coma. Margaret wasn’t as worried about Carrie. Something in her soul told her that her daughter would emerge from this long sleep.
It was Ricky, out there in the world on his own, in a small town where reputation was everything, that she was worried about. Margaret knew about being young, and she knew about temptation. She was concerned about
We spoke of little else for days after the threesome with her boss. The excitement of the experience cast everything else in the shade.
At first, we were hesitant. Naomi asked me how
I’d felt about it – how did I feel about seeing her sucking Bob’s cock? Was I jealous? Did it make a difference that Bob hadn’t actually fucked her? What if he had?
My answers were the honest truth – it had been a huge turn-on to see her head down in Bob’s lap while I’d
It was a struggle to open your eyes this morning. A busy week of travel mixed in with a “red eye” flight had taken its toll of your energy.
Somehow, with great effort, you managed to drag your weary body out of bed, and stumbled along the hall to the kitchen. Morning coffee never failed to revive, at least not yet.
Coffee on, it was time to look over the previous week’s mail which Jim had stacked on your kitchen countertop. Jim, orderly as always, had stacked it in from the
Liam knew he owned the school. He was the best football player this small local college had seen in years and there was even talk of him trying to go pro. He had his pick of all the girls on campus; life was good. Except for one little problem. His US History professor was tough. He didn’t even help the athletes out. In the tiny town in the south, most of the athletes were white, so there was no talk of any racial discrimination by this professor, but he discriminated against guys who
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