Military service had been a family tradition in Brett's family since the War of 1812. His grandfather, father, and paternal uncles had all served. Through three years of high school they pressured him, the only son in his generation, to continue the family tradition. Brett had other ideas of how to spend his life. And considering the changes in the military...
Craig Lundquist was finding it difficult to go to sleep. He wasn't thinking about the "Long Shots" training he was about to undergo the next morning and all that it entailed. Nor was he thinking so much about his tremendous attraction for Holly McKenzie, although he did try, but in vain, to dispel the images crowding his troubled mind with thoughts of her. W...
Slowly, Inari's eyes pried themselves open, as consciousness returned to her mind. "Ugh...." the middle eastern woman ground out. Her vision cleared as she blinked. At first, Inari moved her head slowly, a massive headache pounding its way through her skull. Clutching her head, she leaned forward, groaning in pain. Pushing past her pain, Inari unbuckled hers...
As usual I welcome constructive comments but if you are obsessed with punctuation and sentence structure this might not be for you. I write chiefly for my own pleasure and hope that some others will enjoy my efforts. Also, I'm neither a doctor or an engineer so my efforts in the parts of this story that encompass those fields of endeavor are probably not tec...
*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *Can the scorpion ever stop being a scorpion?* {8:30 am, Monday, September 8th ~ Last day} [A ROOM FULL OF ASSISTANTS] Well ... there it was ... the office of the Executive Director to the President ... and not 'Executive Assistant' ... because this...
"Remove your pantalettes and lay back on the bed," he instructed, my horror rising. "And when you have done so, part your thighs so that I may be certain of your virtue." Had not the clergyman been waiting downstairs, I would have escaped once more to the wharf and fled, posthaste, back to my beloved New England. But there I was, and there I would stay. Sha...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
Another dull trip to the grocery store was interrupted on the way home by an alert from my car informing me that it was time to have the oil changed. As luck would have it there was a small sales and service shop that specialized in the type of car I drive less than a mile from my house. I pulled in to the lot and parked in front of the double glass doors an...
(A huge thankyou to everyone who sent me feedback for the previous installments, and to those who asked for a continuation. I'm only sorry it took me so long to write it - as usual, that annoying thing we call life got in the way.) ********** “Lonestar, where are you out tonight?, This feeling I’m trying to fight, It’s dark and I think that I would give an...
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...