Crime Stories

Meet Sergeant Detective Quentin Graves of the Denver Police Department. Murderers are his game, and the game is afoot. The questions went back and forth for twenty minutes or more. After some angst on the suspect’s part, the man broke into a paranoid gibberish for several minutes. Stopping, he took a deep breath and said, “Okay, this is what happened.” And so, William Mitchel began his bizarre account.

A newly arrived fourteen-year-old military academy cadet meets a randy redneck night fisherman in a truck by a lake where the cadet has been dumped, nearly naked, in a hazing ritual.

A The Adventures of Cocksockett Story
In which Calienté takes a little ride...

Halloween 2024
What’s Halloween without a roaring bonfire? And as everyone knows, for a truly great bonfire… you need a woman.

The Godfather re-imagined.

An experimental story to see how storiesonline’s ‘interactive’ function works. The story starts off with the main character being a young teen boy, then after that, it’s up to the reader. Well, that’s the theory.

'Probationary' Constable Kelly O'Rourke was the harbinger of a change at the suburban 'Uniform Branch' at Flemington - the young blonde was the first policewomen to work 'General Duties' and that was really something! Joined by her former 'roomie' from the Glen Waverley 'Police Training Academy' and another blonde, Kelly intends to carve out a niche for female police officers...though not quite as Chief Commissioner 'Mick' Miller and the 1977 Equal Opportunities Act may have intended in 1980

Prequel to 'How Does Your Garden Grow...?' Senior Constable Rosemary 'Rosie' Egan wanted to carve out a niche for herself at Mount Thomas, but she didn't plan on what would happen when she investigated Savannah Hamilton-Smythe...?

What could beat, in risk avoidance, if you have a fetish for fourteen-year-old boys, a scheme of arranging a hookup on Key West in the shore time of a Caribbean cruise port call—arranging a hookup on board, making the hookup after getting off the ship, and getting back on the ship and sailing away after humping the boy in a seedy motel? What possibly could spoil that?

Oh, how I wish I could be like Facebook or Instagram and be able to flick on the spammers’ webcams, watch their responses!