It irritates me a lot, when 'clever' people call my neighbours 'boring', 'provincial', 'plastic..' so I decided to tell the stories of some of the houses in the street. Judge for yourself. If you like the first two houses, then send me a comment, and I may continue down the street. You might also tell me if your own home-street is that much different?
The Chelmsford Stalker is responsible for a number of home invasions where he has taken attractive middle aged women hostage overnight. He follows Michele home but he is in for a surprise in more ways than one. This is a thriller as well as titillation, a little different than my usual genre.
For some time, Jerry Jackson has suspected that he was more than just a wimp, a sissy as they called him in grammar and then high school. But he didn't know if he was gay or straight or something in between. He's been picked on and humiliated a lot in high school and had a very humiliating experience at Boy Scout camp, but it wasn't until he went off to college that he found out for certain about his inner-self. He thought he was going to pledge for a fraternity. Instead it was a sorority.
Paul becomes enthralled by his apartment neighbor down the hall and submits more-or-less willingly as she turns him into her personal maid. But then she gets a boyfriend, the boyfriend has needs, and things get weird...
Male-perspective sexual: A college student and part-time rent-boy gets hooked up with a pimp running a monthly service for high rollers, both male and female. The young man displays a white bandana prominently, and a member of the club can demand to hold the bandana while services are being rendered at any time that the rent-boy (or girl) is in play.