Tracy was incredibly lucky. Escaping the fire from the sixth story of her apartment building would have been enough. A combination of careful planning, fortunate necessity, and simple good luck left her better off following the disaster than she'd ever hoped to dream of, prior to the fire. It was a coincidental meeting with a stranger at the storage buildi...
In the small town of Oak Grove, there was one well known fact: the police department and the fire department did not get along. The two agencies shared a large building set amongst the rest of the city compound. Their building was split down the middle, each having their own side. The rivalry had been in place for so long, no one really knew why they didn't...
I’ve always considered firemen to be a special breed of people. There is something so heroic and sexy about a man that is willing to go into burning buildings to rescue another person. The newspaper I work for had asked me to write a cover story on firemen and their lives. I had a feeling this was going to be fun. The first day I showed up, I met all the gu...
Conclusion On July 15, 2011, SFPD officers Russo and Hicks came to the apartment of one Odetta Lucessi. Concerned friends had asked the police to check on Odetta as she had not contacted them, nor been seen at her usual haunts, for over a week. Russo and Hicks were very happy to go out of their way to visit Odetta's apartment. She was a celebutante an...
My name is Rebecca O'Neill. I am a six-foot-tall, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed, utterly sexy young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I find myself feeling quite horny. Working as a police officer permanently assigned to desk duty sucks. And it bores the living daylights out of me. Like every white chick in...
Chapter 1 It was a dismal, damp December Friday night. Simon sat at the wheel of the large red vehicle, making his way through the traffic, blue lights flashing, bells ringing. He was still very new to this, and still felt the enormous thrill of guiding the huge bulk at high speed, with the Perkins V8 beneath him. John sat next to him. Simon knew he'd be w...
This story was written at the request of a chat partner from Literotica, a fireman from Scotland. Story Code: M/F, M/FF, Lesbian, Shared Husband, Oral ***** I'd caught a little smoke in my lungs while I was fighting a fire six weeks ago, I wasn't operating the hose though, I was second man, helping to take the weight of the long hose off of the operator,...
©2005 All Rights Reserved This is my first attempt at a multi-part story, so be patient. As with all of my stories, they are "based", loosely or otherwise, on true stories. They are not necessarily based on my life, so base your criticism accordingly. I will be bringing you a new chapter every couple weeks, just to keep you "hanging". I've put some time in...
It started innocently enough. Jack lived two doors down. He and my husband Phil had 'bonded', or whatever it is guys do, shortly after we moved into the neighborhood. Jack does handyman work when he's not doing the fireman thing, so my husband saw it as the perfect opportunity to help out a friend and get a few things fixed around the house while he was out...
"Well, my little stallion," Miss Worthing said, looking Jim up and down with a mischievous grin on her face, "now it's just the two of us I think it's time we went and celebrated our victory. Let's get you out of these things." Working together they removed the boots, the bridle and the harness which Miss Worthing, uncharacteristically, just dumped on the w...