Based on the short story: Lost Days Make for Memories and Souvenirs By SplendidSpunk My name is Marci. I work as a project manager for a small manufacturing firm. I travel as part of my job, though thankfully that requirement is not a large part of my job. Mostly I travel alone, though sometimes I do it in the company of my boss Marty, or one of my cowork...
This is a bit long. I decided to publish it as one story, instead of splitting it up into multiple parts. Warning: this story involved cheating, extra-marital sex, swinging and cuckolding. If cuckolding bothers you, don't read the story. ***** Prologue My life, or the life I've known, began to fall apart about three years ago, but I didn't know it then...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER Save for twists of fates in both their lives, Jessie and Jake should never have been in the Australian city of Darwin for Christmas 1974 and never should have met. Jessie, an ambitious young officer of the Women's Royal Australian Navy, had planned to spend Christmas in Perth with her family until her selfless good deed sees her g...
Oh, you all know I love the bad boys. Quan Chi is my favorite. Please vote. If you find any errors point them out. Praise is nice. Advice is welcome. If you're going to criticize please do so kindly as I am a sensitive person. (Don't laugh it's true!) mac 000 "Don't you think this one'll do nicely Holmes," Snake asked Pedro, his fellow gang member. They w...
Author's Note : Alright. Back again after a long wait. I just hope this chapter is long enough to compensate for the wait. As usual, dealing with other necessities of life took away time for writing. And since this chapter covers a lot of background story, it took a lot of writing and rewriting. Thanks to my wonderful editor Gabriel. Without his keen eyes t...
It was Saturday the 15th Dec 1940 at about 07.30 in the morning when Lt Tony Nash RNVR wearily trudged homewards, he was feeling dirty and tired after traveling nearly all night from Portsmouth Harbour Station to London Waterloo, and then on to Stratford underground station, the nearest station to his home in East London. The underground railway platform was...
Adam Spicer was sitting on his deck with his morning coffee, watching the sun rise, when a flash like the reflection off of a mirror caught his eye. There shouldn't be anything down there, especially at this time of morning. He unfolded his 6 foot frame out of the rocker recliner and whistled for Teddy, his big Heinz 99 hound. Together they headed down towar...
Note: This is a work of fiction. No person, place, or object in this story is real. They are figments of my imagination and should be treated as such. The author retains all rights to this story. Chapter 7 21. Male Call When he emerged from the bedroom Wednesday afternoon, Frank no longer had any doubts, which of them was the stronger. The one hundred p...
Ana is -- and always has been -- her own woman. She doesn't need trends, popularity or silly sentimentality. She has also learned the hard way that she doesn't need a man. Any man. She knows herself well and doesn't want to be like everyone else; she doesn't crave what they have. Leo is a musician that sings about the kind of love that Ana scoffs at. His w...
Copyright Otto26 With grateful thanks to my editor, snooper. * Only one shot was fired and the attack was over in less than five minutes, but it was the most violent event she had ever witnessed. Young Henri, the boy soldier assigned by the Ministry to accompany her, was the victim of the single shot. It splattered blood and brain matter all over her, stu...