Detective Inspector Lindsey Boxer was on her way home after a long day, chasing criminals and other nefarious nobodies was a time consuming and laborious way to earn a living. But she was doing her life's work, all she ever wanted since as far back as she could remember was to be a policewoman. And now she was on her way up, at 30 she was one of the younges...
The doorbell rang just after Ruth had emerged from the shower and was wrapping herself in a fluffy blue bathrobe. She cursed softly then padded down the corridor, her bare feet leaving damp prints on the vinyl tiles. By the time she had reached the door she had draped a towel over her long blonde hair and shoulders. Peering through the spy-hole, she could se...
There was will and the way opened It was a piercing scream. The spinster lady heard the scream and pricked up her ears. She located it from the apartment next to hers. The tenants had come in only late that evening. She had not met them but the caretaker of the building had told her that they were a newly married Indian couple. In the U.S. Indians are goo...
Part III Chapter 21 ____________________________________ Walking up to the wreck, Callahan thought it looked like an old Soviet T-54 main battle tank, but now, after several years under the desert sun, the original dark green paint had given way to a lizard-like patchwork of rusty tans and grays, the main turret punctured in at least two places by, he ass...
Dairy Farm Farms were rapidly going out of business, and those left looked dilapidated, without the profits to maintain them. The inspector was impressed on how up-to-date the equipment was at this farm, and how healthy the cattle were. She was pleased to give them five stars for every aspect of dairy farming, from health and safety, to high cleanliness sta...
Valentine's Day, 1948 Violet Barfly was the kind of broad you really want to get next too. Her monstrous 44DD's had the kind of jiggle that gave guys a headache and a double sized boner, even sitting still. When she walked, her ass gyrated like the roller coaster at Coney Island. She was topped off with a head of long blond hair and the face of Jean Harlow....
Trying to post again on here, now that I have some time off of work to get things uploaded. Thanks for sending me messages even when i couldn't. ~~~~~~~~~~~ It felt like an eternity since the Inspector had been by her cell, however no new food had been brought to the women here. The sounds from upstairs seemed to amplify more, if possible, and she could h...
Created by Patricia51 and Linda_s Two cops help a new mom move on with her life. Special thanks to Patricia51 and LadyCibelle. You guys are wonderful friends! LadyCibelle is the best editor I have ever known. And thanks to my newest friend, Roxanne Appleby. Her stories are suffused with warm-heartedness and caring, which I hope I can show in the stories I...
Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...
We are now at Chapter VI, so yet again, my thanks for choosing to read my story. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental. If this is your first encounter, you'd be advised to read Chapters I - V first. No BDSM in this chapter...