I am but a small cog in a very large process. Not that it is not an important piece I play, because defending our freedoms and protecting lives is always important. Rather, that I was just one of many that had been mobilized to serve our country in Operation Iraqi Freedom. I work in the Operations Center of a unit that has been preparing and getting ready t...
The hustle and bustle of everyday travels and business were hard. Two souls lost in a never ending battle between finding the "one" and political hypocrisy. Long days and rotating shifts had him worn down. And her it was the added stress of all her long-time friends already having that person in their lives along with her own small business. That was all unt...
This is a true story about the first time that I had a meeting with another cross dresser. It was a Saturday morning in the summer of this year, we had been sending messages for a few weeks online and had arranged to meet. As a closet dresser I had to be careful as although my wife knows that I dress, (she does not approve), she does not know about my de...
The best news I had all day was a little message from my husband to say he wouldn't be home until later than normal tonight. I think I need to clarify: I love my husband more than anything, and we have a wonderful life together, from the fits of laughter to the mind-blowing orgasms, but sometimes... well, sometimes I like to have a bit of a giggle on my own...
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Island. This is a purely non-canon story for your amusement. * I should backtrack to how Purna got mixed up in Banoi's zombie apocalypse. Formerly part of Sydney PD, Purna was removed from duty after nearly killing a criminal without orders. Down on her luck, she would eventually find work as a bodyguard for VIPs. This would b...
based on Gorean fiction by John Norman The girl sagged sobbing in her chains. Her bark-cloth skirt had been torn from her and stuffed into her mouth as a gag. She was naked but for her belt collar and brands. Her formerly long and glossy brown hair had been crudely sheared short to her scalp. Her sweaty body trembled against the dance pole. All of the ho...
She had been driving down the country road when she spotted the horses. Now she stood by the fence, one foot resting on the lower rung. The sun warmed her and a breeze ruffled her long hair. She watched as the stallion mounted the mare again, his thrusts so powerful she could feel the impact between her legs. When the mare whinnied, the woman could empathize...
When I got to Maris’s apartment, my heart was racing. I rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, the door slowly opened. There she was, a smiling vision of beauty in shorts and a T-shirt. “Hey, come on in!” she said. We sat on her couch and talked about old times for a while, and I remembered why she was so fun to be with. After a moment of silence, she s...
It had been awhile since she had seen Him and she felt shy as she tucked her small hand in His. They walked in silence to His car and she slipped onto the passenger seat as He held the door. she looked at her hands as He walked to the driver's side and sat beside her; He smiled as He started the car and drove from her apartment. In the silence, she began to...
The spring rain seems to be endless as sandra kneels at the base of a pine tree. her back to the trunk, her legs are spread outward nearly forty-five degrees each, the ankle cuffs connected by a thick rope wrapped behind the tree. her wrist cuffs are similarly connected, with her arms stretched high into the air and the heavy rope secured around a thick bran...