THE LEGEND: With enduring legends there is more than one version and there are claims that each version is the correct one. The cartoon 'Kilroy was here' emerged as a symbol of a super hero for US troops during World War 11. Whenever military personnel arrived in a sticky situation they would find, so it was said, that Kilroy had already been there, paving t...
I should have known something was imminent. Perhaps in the way you lingered as you kissed me in the morning, your lips urgent, your tongue teasing, and the gently violent way your teeth pulled on my lips. Maybe I should have pondered the glint in your eye or paid more attention to the extra care you took in "dressing to be seen," the sheath-like skirt, form...
Sheila adjusted the knot in her red halter top, smoothing the cotton fabric across her melon-sized breasts. She could see the neighbor mowing the lawn out the window. Now was an excellent time to catch up on that bit of gardening she had been putting off...and, maybe, meet the new man on the block. She gathered her gardening tools, tiny spade, gloves, the l...
At 25,000 feet my mind drifts back to the last six months. My deployment to Operation Baltic Hammer is over. 147 combat missions and I'm still alive. My plane and body are still in one peace and I'm coming home. I scan the inside of my cockpit as I have done a million times before. The heads up display tells me I am on course at 25,000 feet and the final way...
I tried to dismiss the patter on the rooftop as typical house noises, but the calamity in the living room was unavoidable. My first instincts pointed to a robber. There had to be some pretty sick individuals in the world to want to break into a house on Christmas Eve, but in today's world you had to expect everything, right? I grabbed my bat and discreetly d...
I wear black. All black. Black leather boots. Black leather pants, Black leather jacket. Black gloves. I have black hair. Long in front but shaved tight in the back. I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside. Not scared black not depressed black, not the black of warm living dirt. I am dark black, dangerous black, dominant black....
It's a cold night in Dublin. Warmly wrapped up in coat and gloves, I meet Batman at the gates to St Stephens Green. He sees me walking towards him, and I see his serious face relax into a smile. We make eye contact, no one else exists as I walk purposefully towards him, my heels clicking on the pavement. I stop, inches from him, looking up. We smile, and he...
Here is another fiction offering for my readers, all the while I await (while searching for) my next REAL encounter. This IS a real story EXCEPT for the sex...unfortunately there was none, but did come close. anyone familiar with my writing by now knows that I don't beat around the bush too much. I try to entertain as well as getting to the point, whether it...
She spent her days as any lady should - an early morning ride on her chestnut mare, then a turn around the garden before lunch was served. Afternoons were reserved for sewing her samplers (the light was better in her room then), and evenings were spent in the Great Hall with the rest of the household. Sometimes, there were visitors, even entertainments - she...
This is my first ever attempt at writing a story. It is based on a fantasy I've had for a long time. Please let me know what you think. ****************************************** I waited anxiously in the room, wearing nothing but my boxers, trying not to get too excited. I had no idea what Diana had planned, only that it was a big surprise and I was to wa...