Hey! I had finals this week, so I'm sorry if my work isn't stellar. It's not like anyone reads this stuff anyways so whatever. Fuck. Eh, I love it anyways. This is NOT a short jerk off at all. Its got FEELINGS and all that jazz. Fun. Ok, so this is a work of fiction, and I have made slight deviations from reality in parts. Ok? Ok. Let's start the story...
The German police detective, Sigmund Frist, who had been plowing his American counterpart, Clint Folsom, the previous night couldn't have picked a worse time to want further attention from Folsom. Folsom had gone to sun bathe and to dry out the effects of a raucous night topside on the MS River God as it shot down the most scenic segment of the Rhine. But he...
Marcus Forte is a Detective Inspector in the Police. He is in his early 40s, slim and at just over six foot tall is slightly taller than average. His deep brown eyes are set in a rugged face and years ago he gave up with hair so he is virtually bald with neat clipped side-burns. You wouldn't say Marcus was handsome, striking is how most people describe him a...
"He killed himself Mac. We couldn't reach him at home so we went to the office. Found him dead at his desk. Swallowed a bullet...and Mac there was a note. Short and to the point, 'I DID IT', neatly typed next to the body." Mac didn't believe it for a minute. "Describe the scene to me." Simpson went through everything they found. "The gunshot wound was thr...
I was recently asked to write a story of how Jesse and Steve met. For fans of DM, I have to confess I only started watching it after Jesse was already an established character and never saw how the series introduced him or how he and Steve first met. However I think there is a great chemistry between the characters and that they make a great couple. So this...
Folsom gave a muffled scream of terror and pain as the knife struck him. It, surprisingly, was only a glancing slice across his naked thigh. But trussed up as he was, spread-eagled naked and bound on the bed with sexual devices possessing every orifice, he was completely at the mercy of whatever game Sten was playing. He steeled himself for the next slice of...
Judge Thomas Oakley slowed the car as he crossed Martin Luther Key Street on St. Catherine where it turned into Jefferson. He often slowed down here, in passing the King's Tavern Lounge—although he'd never gotten up the gumption to go in there. It was too close to home and he was too well known. When he wanted that scene, he didn't go anywhere here in Natche...
All participants are over 18. ***** I give myself credit: it took some courage to walk into a police station filled with macho, notoriously sexist and homophobic policeman wearing a tattoo on my head that read CUMSLUT in bold red letters. The label wasn’t standing off my face by my choice; rather, an unhappy date on whom I passed out and vomited vindictiv...
II. I'm not sure how my night got to this point. But there I was, standing outside of 52 Sterling Street, Arlington, Virginia, having heart palpations and possibly ready to vomit if the police arrived. Or worse -- Sebastian Oberlin decided to leave work early and come home. He wasn't due home for another two hours so I had a window of opportunity to clear...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...