Even though it was noon the sky was dark, turned black by the thick, black smoke of artillery cannons. Destroyed buildings, gutted out by fires and reduced to rubble by the Imperial Navy, peppered the once proud city. The platoon I was attached to have taken up residence in one of the more preserved buildings, its concrete body protecting us from the enemy's...
I would like to thank Lazlo Zalezac for allowing me to post in his Damsels in Distress universe. Here I am, lying in a hospital bed thinking for about the hundredth time: 'just what the hell am I going to do now?' Maybe I should introduce myself, and give you a little background. My name is staff Sergeant Jacob Thompson USMC. I will soon be medically ret...
Club Sound is an exclusive, privately owned BDSM dungeon in Seattle. When Danny was accepted as a member, a minor formality since she was the submissive of a Club Master and part-time employee, she received a map and description of playrooms among other documents. While sitting naked in bed one morning, perusing the layout of the four-story dungeon, Danny n...
"I'm very disappointed in you brigadier... very disappointed." Lady Sally was back at Rudston Hall, 'entertaining' one of her submissive gentlemen, who was secured onto a whipping bench in one of the rooms dedicated to domination and punishment. Indeed, most of the rooms of the house were put aside for that purpose, rendering it a playground for the expr...
This is Chapter 2 in this story. It is advisable to read Chapter 1 to see how this all starts. These ideas run through my head everyday. I'd like to thank Nouh Bdee for editing this chapter. I have read many, many stories, there are some truly amazing authors here. I hope this goes over well, and if it's well received Ch3 will be forthcoming. Regards,Chris...
Highrider had brown hair, and it was thick and coarse. As she was still in uniform, it was pulled back and clipped, but there was a lot of it. She was skinny and reasonably tall, five feet seven, maybe. Her most prominent feature was her breasts. They were large, and even in cammies, a person could see their mass, which was definitely saying something. Her...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
Once basic training was over I was posted to a camp further south in Suffolk. I was given a job in the mail room of the camp sorting the mail to be delivered to the different sections of the camp. Life was a little more civilized now, we could go out when we wanted; go to bed when we wanted etc. We would go to the dances or pictures in the local town usually...
Foreword: This is a series of fantasy stories totaling 12 chapters containing topics such as spanking, sodomy, interracial theme, rope bondage, gay sex, and a little bit of cross-dressing and femdom (in later chapters). The fantasies start out milder but gets progressively wilder towards the end. I originally wrote them for a friend (named Brian in the stori...
The halls of Copula High School were buzzing with activity as students rushed about racing to beat the tardy bell for the last class of the day. As Mr. Young strolled the hallways, he noticed students engaging in idle chitchat, goofing off, modifying their uniforms and exchanging those youthful glances of lust with each other. It had been a long week dealing...