Shanghai in the 1930s, known as The Wicked Old City of the Orient's Babylon. Where villains ruled, and exhibitionists danced. A perfect place for a wounded heart like Slade Garrison, PI. Opium was the rage and the boozed flowed freely. So how did a guy like me end up here? I was a Whiffenpoof (a male a cappella singer) at one time and graduated to misdemeanors before I became a cop. Eventually, I found myself in China aft...

I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train.  I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in like sardines. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat, aftershave and perfume. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopp...

His kisses make me wild with desire, and the cock plunging deep into me summon screams of lust and ecstasy . I nearly faint as his constant thrusts throw me over the edge of orgasm, and I come. Hands grip firmly into the grass. Heels dig into the wet ground. My back arches and my chest rapidly rises and falls. I can feel the pulsing sensation as he empties his load in my depths. Still, he continues for another few thrust,...

“Be careful, boy. There are things in the forest that would scare any man out of his wits. I would not wish for you to experience everything I have been through. It may have been over a century ago, but the creatures of the forest do not fade like humans. It’s the same with their hatred towards the daywalkers.” “You want to know what happened to me? I’ll tell you if you promise to leave as soon as the day breaks, and neve...

On the tip of my tongue were the words “fuck off, pervert”; not particularly lady-like but it usually has the required effect. However from the corner of my eye the frotteur looked slightly interesting if somewhat different.As usual the underground train was squashed with the 'sardines' that made up the commuters of the early morning rush hour. Packed so tightly that one could hardly breathe, and if one did it was air tha...