Note- This is just an homage to the work of Ian Fleming. I do not own the rights to his writings. xxx Berlin, October 1951. x Jane Moneypenny shrieked again as her tormentor assaulted her exposed vagina for the umpteenth time. The prickling of cool sweat on her naked skin merged with the wetness between her legs and the damp curls of her hair on her fore...
This story is based on my personal experience. It is my first written story. Please be gentle. My friend Susurrus was so kind to help me to translate my story from German into English. * Where were you? Or, where were you as it happened? These are the most common questions asked when a world-shaking event has taken place. There have been several, such as...
“Suche junge Türkin in Berlin, biete Taschengeld! Melde Dich unter 0162/…” Ich hatte endlich meine Kontaktanzeige in einem der angesagten Stadtmagazine geschaltetet. Beim Durchblättern der Ausgabe, in der auch meine Anzeige erschienen war, fiel mir folgende Annonce ins Auge: „Geile Türkin privat, der Geheimtip in Berlin! Ayse, 20J., 166cm, 56kg, grüne Augen,...
Sandras Tagebuch "Hi, mein Name ist Sandra. Ich bin 18 und gehe in die 12.Klasse des heruntergekommenen Heinrich-Heine-Gymnasiums in Berlin. Die Schule ist in der ganzen Hauptstadt für ihre unmotivierten und unqualifizierten Lehrer, die hohe Verbrechensrate und das miserabele soziale Umfeld bekannt. Die zur Hälfte aus Ausländern bestehende Schülerschaft...
Foreword: This is another repost, and the companion piece to "Night Falls: Whitechapel", which I recommend reading first. Like that one, this is pretty historically accurate, and is my spin on what happened during the last days of the war in Europe as the allies closed in on Berlin and Hitler's bunker. This is purely a piece of historical fantasy, and is no...
This is another part of my continuing journey to submission. This is a standalone story but I suggest you read the other parts to understand the people and how we got to this point of the journey. There is piss play in this story. ***** There I was. I was naked and tied down on my back to a narrow padded bench in Berlin. My knees were spread on both sides...
1925. The year the first volume of Mein Kampf hit the streets, John Baird was just about done tinkering with his television invention... And Berlin was the capitol of vice and entertainment. Though which came first was up for grabs. Censorship had fallen with the Kaiser and the shock of defeat had left Germany scrambling for a desire to feel alive. And Ber...
In the previous installment of Emily's story we found our friends meeting in a hotel... There were a few twists and turns and now that we know one of the few kinks to this story we can continue with their vacation together... All people mentioned in ANY sexual manner are 18 years or older, don't bother asking otherwise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emily an...
I suppose it was all my own fault. I should have known what I was getting into. Or maybe I did know, and that was why I got into it. Sometimes it's hard to say what we do of our own conscious volition, and what we are somehow drawn into doing. But it happened all the same. It was the summer after my junior year in college, when the world still lay before me...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...