Lori Beasley Bradley
Bio
I write Historical Fiction set in the Old West. It wasn't all Little House on the Prairie. My Black Bayou books are fun reads if you're into the paranormal. All my books are adult fiction with graphic scenes. Thanks so much for reading.
Stories (12)
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It Comes With The Moon
Ryan screamed with the pain as his body began to contort and change. What was happening to him and who was laughing ? The maniacal laughter rang in his ears and grew more distinct and unavoidable to hear as his ears changed along with the rest of his body.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Horror
Sweet Cherry Blossom
She put her thumb out and touched another to her breast to suggest what she might offer for a ride. She'd been hitching for most of the day and there hadn't been many offers. Her friend Ruby had suggested flashing some thigh or a bit of boob to entice drivers, but she really didn't want to sell herself in order to get a ride.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
Whores are fickle creatures. Many call us greedy and selfish and women who only think of ourselves and our money. I don't think that's true, but then I'm a whore and probably wouldn't. Am I one of those whores with a heart of gold? No, I likely tend toward the greedier side but I have been known to extend a fella a free one from time to time if he appears down on his luck and I take baskets of food down to the poorer folks on the bad side of the tracks.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Filthy
Forget Me Not
Bella walked into the bar filled with uncertainty as Lynard Skynard's Give Me Two Steps blared on the juke box. She'd hooked up with Bob on an online dating app and they'd traded emails for several weeks before agreeing to meet in person at Charlie's Place for drinks and whatever.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
Thank you all and here is another story about a girl who became a whore in Abilene, Kansas. Her name is Holly and she was one of those gals who'd have kept her youthful looks into old age had she made it to old age. It made her very desirable to a certain type of men--men who like to have their way with little girls.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
I told you before that I'd tell you about how many of us came to be what we are. This is Tansy's story. I first met her when she walked into Murray's, one of the lowest brothels in Abilene, as bold as you please and asked for a job. I don't think she knew what she was asking for but it didn't take her long to figure it out. Did she really want to be a whore?
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
They always ask that same question after they've visited my crib a few times, have paid their dollar for a poke or a suck, and feel there's an intimate bond between us. "What's a nice, pretty gal like you doin' spreadin' your legs for cowboys in a filthy cow town like Abilene?"
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Sometimes I Feel So Alone
Will this quarantine ever end? One $1200 check barely put a dent in my expenses. I wait tables in a family-owned cafe and it was shut down for three months. No tips--no rent money and no car payment. At least there was food they let us take home from the kitchen so it wouldn't go bad, but you can only eat so many fish stick sandwiches with stale chips on the side. We were told landlords were going to give renters a break until the pandemic passed but I don't think mine got the memo. Mine comes around every week for a blowjob or a fuck in place of the monthly $600 for my shitty studio apartment and even brought a friend once so he could watch and join in.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Dark Desires Never Die
The island in the center of Black Bayou known to the locals as Rubidoux Island stood silent as dark waves of murky water lapped at its shores. The island's only living inhabitant, Henriette Rubidoux sat in her room with the oil lamp by her bed turned down low.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Lost In the Jungle
I started visiting The Jungle, a downtown Sex Club with Bob and continued to visit after Bob had gone the way of so many others in my life. I found T enjoyed the way I felt when I gave myself up to the exhibitionist hiding deep inside me and let her come out to play. I'm no beauty but men don't seem to give a shit about the features on your face when your legs are spread or your ass is up in the air. The only feature on your face they notice is your mouth if it's open and inviting their cock inside.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
Blood Moon
Delia DuBois was a reluctant witch. She'd been born into the DuBois family of natural witches who lived on the Black Bayou in Louisiana in the hamlet of St. Elizabeth. The DuBois were natural witches, drawing their power from the world around them and Delia's grandmother Irene assured her she was very powerful.
By Lori Beasley Bradley6 years ago in Filthy
