This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The Campground Strip joint- Pt 20 This happened when we were in our early 20's, some 50 years ago. We used to camp and fish a lot until lately. This was also a time when we were addicted to strip clubs and Dollie joining the girls on stage just to show off. I don't want to totally reveal the location. Both the RV park and strip club are most likely long g...
Chapter 03 The Sheriff Gloria, Pete and Greg The Shire was a political unit of land in Anglo Saxon England. The equivalent of our modern day county. The Iff was an lesser shire official that was tasked with, among other things in the hunting counties, preventing poaching. In Maricopa County, Sheriff Joe is elected. Lady V's dungeon is in the City of P...
Hiding a Company sniper from drug lord killers. * My name is Bernice McDonald and I am the very happy owner/ operator of a couple of children's day-care centers. I love my life and I love this work. I love children and since I have one of my own this helps satisfy my need to nurture. I have not always felt or recognized this need. I was born in a remote...
Hedge Johnson's boots crunched and slipped noisily through the snow covered stubble field. There was not an animal within five miles that had not heard him coming. But yet, he clutched the trusty 12 gauge shotgun to his chest ready in hopes that some wayward covey of quail, deaf pheasant or brain damaged chucker would suddenly spring up in front of his sight...
It was a horrible day for a grave side service. The canopy that had been set up was really adequate only for immediate family. Detective Brady huddled with his wife under their umbrella in a futile effort to avoid the worst of the relentless rain. The rain was almost forgotten as they listened to the chaplain's struggle to eulogize a rookie cop who had commi...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story but it will make more sense and give you the background of the characters and the story line if you read the first chapter As always constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. . ********************* Friday morning Dillon was late reporting to Tom at the marshal's office, he didn't get ther...
All persons in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** My wife Kammie and I were laying in bed one night watching the late news. She was curled up beside me with her head on my chest. I was gently massaging her back and she was rubbing my thighs. Eventually her hand made its' way to the top of the elastic band of my underwear. Her fingers slid inside a...
My wife and I were out at the neighborhood honky-tonk dancing and having a good time. We went there two or three times a month. It was one of those places where everyone knows your first name. Shelly was dressed in her favorite little black mini-dress. It was backless and showed a lot of cleavage. She had a great body and loved to show it off. She was a big...