Hello readers, This story is the sister chapter to Chapter eight (8) in Time for Truth. Please read chapter eight of Time for Truth first and then read this chapter. So much was happening in chapter eight that I split it into separate parts. There are no sexual acts involving any one underage in this chapter. All sexual acts involve participants that are...
Dear Readers: My name is Louis Attoma, attorney-at-law. In my capacity as attorney for Ms. Sharon S___: I have been requested to send the following story to this site. I make no claims to it's accuracy or it's authenticity. In fact, I personally have never read this story and never will. Those also were my instructions. Ms. S___ was an inmate on death row...
Switzerland - 1955 . . . 10 years with Rolf/Heidi Wilhelm's tears fell on cheeks bruised and bloodied. His father held him close as his mother ran her fingers through his muddy hair. "Father please," he begged, pulling himself away to gaze into the eyes of the man he admired and loved. He looked to his mother, hoping she would help him sway his father's dec...
It took exactly a week to arrive in Tellismere from the crossing at the ford, and the towns of Glideuch and Ghasby came and went with little to remark about them to remain in Rowan's memory. At every stop they gained some fresh coins for their caravan guard fee, but nothing like the large sums they had earned earlier on the other side of the great river. Her...
This story is partially true based on stories I have heard from relatives (some living in Norway, some living here). The rest is my own imagination. If historical inaccuracies occur, sorry. This is, after all, a story. ***** The date was June 15, 1940. The war had just ceased it's raging in my country five days ago. The King of Norway had escaped to Engla...
Gabriella Ella watched the steam roll off Simon's coffee cup. In a moment of insane weakness, she felt the urge to press the cup to her lips over the spot where his had rested only moments earlier. Had she made a mistake by pushing him away? Was she letting pride overrule happiness? Which was more important? Soon he'd arrive at the airport to pick up her...
"I guess that is a yes," as we kissed and I said, "Pillow we have a guest tonight." "Please take me now this instant right here for all to see my love." I looked at Joyce and she said, "You best do what your mistress says my love." With that I started on her toes worked my way up to her pussy blew on it and went down her other leg. I nibbled on her calve a...
This may well be my last story, in a way it’s my parting shoot. I do thank those of you who have been supportive of my work. To those of you who understood my points, I say, thank you. To those who have hated me, I say, get a life. I’m not by any means giving up writing, some seem to think I have a talent for it. I’m just going to be writing for another...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Spencer Hastings paced back and forth in her kitchen, stopping every so often to sip her 11th cup of coffee today. She was always heavily caffeinated and stressed out about something, but for o...
All characters are 18 years or older. Welcome to the eight installment of this series. I hope you enjoy. This will hopefully fill in some of the gaps I have been hinting at in previous stories. Please feel free to vote, comment or offer suggestions. This is a long one, it took a while to weave it all together. ***** HIPS: Hiding In Plain Sight [a franchis...