I was fully nude, freshly laid, and nauseous with anxiety as I sat quietly at one end of Barbara's long, dark antique wooden dinner table. Barbara and her husband's Phil's house was in a secluded residential area near a fresh water lake, and birds chirped earnestly in the distance as the late morning sunlight whitened Barbara's modern interior via skylight....
Warning this story contains scat, watersports, incest and much more. Also, it is a spin off from Alyssa's Confession the trilogy. Reading it is not necessary but it's there if you want to dive in deeper. Enjoy! ***** It was Detective Hardy's first day back on the job, after shooting an unarmed black teenager. He Tippy-toed through the crowded FBI office, h...
"Why! Oh why! Did we have to bivouac on that moon?" grumbled PFC. Travis Anderson. "I've got sand in my boots, sand in my socks, sand in my underwear, and that is the smallest grain sand I have ever seen." Pvt. Tom Crawford said " can you ever not complain; or better can you go 20 minutes without complaining. Try it. It will make you a better soldier. You w...
***Author's Note: Series contains graphic scenes of incest*** It took Diana a moment to pull all the excess hair from her face as she sat up in bed. She said nothing but glared at Ellen through pale green eyes. "You're going back to the general population tomorrow." Ellen continued. "I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any reason to keep you here any...
Dear Reader: I have received at least a dozen e-mail messages all saying essentially the same thing: "All your stories are about rich folks who live in Marin County or a ritzy Virginia suburb. They play golf and drink Macallan-12 at swanky country clubs. Why don't you write a story about ordinary people? They fuck too." Well, here is a story about ordinary p...
I was sitting in a small room reserved for prisoners to meet with their attorneys. It had a small metal table, about 3' by 4', in the middle of the room, and two metal chairs. There was one florescent light fixture, one steel door with a small window, and no outside windows. There would be one guard outside the door. I had been escorted by a guard, from the...
Days Thirty-Five to Thirty-Eight After all the drama, it was back to stultifying routine: the foetid air, the ever-present whiff of latrine, the four dingy featureless walls and the long, long hours to fill. When to exercise; when to masturbate: these were about the only decisions we were free to make. Food was brought and crockery taken away; occasionally...
I know what you all think of me. I know that you're repulsed by what I've done. I don't give a damn about that. I don't care what any of you think. I know that by now my story has been in every newspaper in the country and some halfway around the world. I can see the headlines now: 'Female Serial Killer Caught." Or maybe it reads "Young Girl Accused Of Mult...
Chapter 1 My debt to society, the sons of bitches called it. Did I borrow the pot or somehow damage my neighbors by using it? What a load of horseshit! I got my ass busted by DEA thugs, arrested, charged, tried, convicted, and sentenced to LIFE in a federal prison for "trafficking in narcotics". As if that stuff was for anything but my own personal use. I w...
Day One: Cell 29 Cell 29 was tiny. There was a narrow metal-framed bed along each wall, with an even narrower gap between. At the head of the gap was a stainless-steel washbasin above which, on a narrow shelf, were placed a few toiletries and a small tarnished mirror. Below the washbasin stood a lidded bucket and a plastic jug. And that was all. There was...