By Woodmanone Copyright March 2016 This is a true story. I've embellished and dramatized the plot line a little (I couldn't help myself). The basic facts are true and horrific. Mike Harmon is based on a friend who was the Special Investigator in the actual case described in the story. He and others do a difficult job with their own satisfaction for justice...
When I was 13, I was really shy. Bullied, pushed around, insulted. So I just assumed no one liked me (I did have a few friends, but, mostly I just stayed home and didn't talk to anyone, cause it was just safest that way) I did go out with my brother and his friends, I knew them pretty good from them coming over all the time. One day one of them brought his n...
"And still life pushes on With or without you We've got to carry on Our will will guide us to A place where we belong Know there lies the truth I am the believer who gives purpose unto you" ― Dream Theater Conversation at the bar was strained. Darrell sported twin hearing aids, and Betty was less talkative than a Mafia informant given the ultimatum:...
They had traveled over 1000 miles on a custom built flathead 80 Harley Davidson to escape the cold impending winter winds of Canada's north into the mild air blowing in from the Pacific coast to the warmer climate of northern California. She remembered the feeling of the first warm winds blowing in her face when they descended into a valley as they neared Sa...
Charles Dunlap, or Charlie, was your typical science nerd. He loved Star Wars, chemistry, and learning new things. He want the most popular guy in school, especially with girls. He lives with his parents, both scientists themselves. His father was a world renowned archaeologist, and his mother was a famous chemist. His love for science were from his parents....
It had been seven months since my husband died and he had been invalid for four years before that following prostate cancer. He was a loving partner and encouraged my orgasms with wonderful toys and dildos. However, once his cock could no longer feed my appetite, I missed the explosion and feel of real intimacy and, candidly, exploding under the lust of a ma...
The old saying, "Just Sing." is true. You want to get laid? Be a musician. That's almost all it takes. I'm Tim, I am the lead guitarist as well as co-lead singer for a local cover band. We play gigs every weekend, focusing on songs from the 70's and 80's. Sometimes, we'll throw in a 90's song now and then. Or even "Brown Eyed Girl" from the 60's. Our band h...
Way up North End of an Era Ch5 Camping and Bondage Stories Just stuff to ponder. There wasn't really a lot of bondage during our two weeks at the resort. No real torture but a lot of kinky sex. Looking back, we made a couple of old people happy and a couple of people who are old now have memories to relive the good ole days. We'd met a couple who enjo...
“First before I begin this chapter, I must acknowledge that credit for the story goes to 127 who gave me permission to publish it, who also is co-owner of it, now I’ve been working with 127 on Fan Service his story, if you have not read it, I suggest you do.” There is a world of the super rich elite’s that have such influence throughout the world, that they...
Dear Reader, Authors run on praise and feedback. You may not realize it but one "Like", or better yet comment, can be the difference between getting stuck and continuing a story. Please don't be shy about voting on quest options/making suggestions and be sure to take a moment to hit that "Like" button at the end of every chapter. Addition...