Jack smoothed his crisp, white collar, the knot of his silk tie feeling suddenly too tight. He rarely…
The scent of fried wings and cheap beer hung thick in the air. For Maddie, the cloying aroma…
The hum of the city was a low, constant thrum beneath the soaring heights of the Grand Meridian…
Step right up, studs, and get ready to kneel and pray at the altar of barely legal pussy!…
The bass thrummed in my chest, a familiar rhythm in a new place. Onyx, the Dom/sub club, was…