I headed for the University campus a little earlier than usual on Monday morning, hoping to catch my thesis chairman Dr. Keller and drop off the project notes Jamie and I had compiled. More accurately, I hoped to arrive before his gatekeeper, Mrs. Marsh. That didn't work out. Doesn't that woman ever leave her guard post? "Hello, Tom," she sniffed dismissi...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Stryke Force 1 : Out of Their League Fisherman's Warf was usually a normal, everyday place for the shipping industry of Captiol City to conduct business both domestic and foreign. During the regular to and fro of the business day, the docks were a buzz with small boats and larger ships that studded the dockside. They unloaded their cargo and opened their...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
Copyright 2007 hammingbyrd7 * Chapter 1. Chance Meeting Time: Friday, May 10, 2047 6:16 PM CDT Ft. Hood, Bell County, Texas Megan O'Connor walked into her civilian barracks with a careful gait, her poncho soaked from the blowing rain. It was still two hours before sunset, but the dark clouds outside the distant hall window and usual lack of power in the b...
This is the final installment. I tried hard to wrap up all loose ends. I hope and think most will like how it ends. I know I couldn't possibly satisfy everyone's expectations. Thanks to all who have read this and have commented and/or voted. ******** I didn't call Dawn. I actually considered her a good friend, but if I called and told her what was going on...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Annette Young lazily scratched her flabby buttock while waiting for Gordon Ziegler to finish the joint they'd been sharing. She laughed at him as he suddenly sputtered and coughed harshly, the acrid marijuana smoke coming out of his mouth and...
M "Oh God, oh God! Oh M, M, M, M!" Jane's legs squeezed me tightly as she tried to meet me on the downstroke. Since I had her butt up in the air as well as her legs, I could tell it was hard for her. She had no leverage. That was okay, though. I was enjoying her wild wriggles and her absolute abandon as I plunged myself deep into her channel for the second...
Chapter 8 Tennessee In another few months, all hell would break loose in the Arkansas wildlife refuge I camped at overnight: the various hunting seasons would begin. Rabbits, squirrel, ducks, geese, deer, and even chipmunks beware! The hunters are coming! The hunters are coming! In absolute stillness, I stood with a small empty envelope in my hand, alon...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...