"How can you love a stripper?", they all ask. She's beautiful. Is my simple answer. No not her looks but who she is. Don't get me wrong she looks beyond beautiful. Her smile, her features, her curves, but that's not what gets me. She is what gets me, she is beautiful. Now a few months ago Dominic Kendrick Lewis would have never ever thought or said anything like that. He thought strippers were dumb broads that could only shake their asses and fuck but that's not Keisha René Jules. Keisha changed his mind. Read and see how. ___________________ Vote Comment Share I know I keep using Chela as a character and y'all are probably tired of her but I like her.

MANXMAN When second in command Amadeo Azarola gets shot twice by a unknown gang named Pilate, the head of the Black Cross gang has to call his younger brother, Leviathan Marc, a surgeon in training, to save his friend. Interest develop and revenge ensues. Not the best description, but not too bad either. :) *Dark Themes read at your own discretion* Copyright © 2017

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...