Reading Time: 27 minutes The Case of the Spectacled Band – Part 3 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. Mandy’s eyes bulged as if she’d just seen King Kong lumbering toward her through the jungle night. From the frantic …
Reading Time: 24 minutes The Case of the Spectacled Band – Part 2 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. There was this time at band camp – No, I’m kidding. Unlike that little chick in the movie, I never …
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Case of the Alabaster Ass – Part 3 A Dan Diamond Mystery by j. Trudy pinched the head of my penis again. Hard. What was it with this dame? The head of my dick …
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Case of the Alabaster Ass – Part 2 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. I was falling asleep, nodding off in the passenger seat as the SUV sped across the desert toward Las Vegas. …
Reading Time: 19 minutes The Case of the Alabaster Ass – Part 1 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. I should have known better than to get involved with a broad who had a dick. Like they say, though, …
Reading Time: 25 minutes The Case of the Minnesota Twins – Part 3 A Dan Diamond Mystery by j. I’d never had a DEA agent lick my dick before. Her tongue slid slowly up the underside of my penis, …
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Case of the Minnesota Twins – Part 2 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. [photo credit: Domina Goddess Severina Stern, by LeftEyeImages] The dame looked like she’d seen way too many tequila sunrises. She was …
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Case of the Minnesota Twins – Part 1 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. “I’ve eaten in Thai joints all over the country,” I said to Darrell, “and I think this is the best …
Reading Time: 33 minutes BDSM Story – The Case of the Undercover Dick – Part 3 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. Those college day memories last and last. You can be pushing middle age, or maybe you’re even old …
Reading Time: 18 minutes BDSM Story – The Case of the Undercover Dick – Part 2 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. Did you ever play a parlay card? Probably. Just about anyone who likes making a bet now …
Reading Time: 22 minutes The smile was the only thing she had on. She was lying naked across the knees of the person who’d been spanking her, her red bottom pointing at the ceiling and her hands and feet on the floor. Stella didn’t seem at all embarrassed, but the girl with the knees looked as if she wanted to hide under the couch.
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Iguanas were still tearing the place up when I walked down the steep front staircase at Mid-City Lanes and out into the muggy New Orleans midnight. I hated to leave when they were playing “Late at Night,” which I like a lot, partly because it was co-written by a couple of the Iguanas and by some other big favorites of mine, the late great subdudes
Reading Time: 20 minutes I used to think that any restaurant north of Hammond or west of Lake Charles that advertised “New Orleans Style Cooking” was making a promise that ranked right up there with “the check is in the mail” and “I won’t cum in your mouth.” It’s still a culinary claim to take with a huge grain of salt, but things have been looking up out here on the edge of the U.S. and A. that could disappear into the Pacific just about any day. Why, even Pismo has a little Creole and Cajun place that’s not bad.
Reading Time: 20 minutes After my session at the enema palace, I was pooped out in more ways than one, so I headed for my apartment to make it an early night. I live a couple of blocks off an unfashionable stretch of Wilshire in a three-story, pre-war apartment house built precariously over a basement parking garage, the kind of building where you can kiss your ass good-bye when the Big One hits.
Reading Time: 18 minutes I got caught in the beginning of rush hour on the way back to my office, and it was almost 5 o’clock by the time I got there. I’ve got a couple of rooms in an old building on the fringe of Chinatown, with a view of the Ocean Seafood sign out of my one dirty window.
Reading Time: 16 minutes I should have known the dame was trouble from the minute she ran into my office.
Sure, she had a terrific ass and a pair of won’t-quit tits that bounced around under her tank top like a couple of softballs on speed. But she also had a hard glint in her baby-blues, and her lips were thin and mean-looking. They reminded me of Sister Mary Agnes back in the fifth grade, which was not a pleasant memory.
