Chapter 08 Rewarding the Raiders The Taourirt Kasbah in the desert oasis of Ouarzazate was abuzz with rumors. All in the fortress knew that the nomadic Berber tribes around the oasis had refused the authority of Governor Glaoui. In the morning the garrison's eight soldiers had loaded their ancient muskets and ridden off. The palace servants and junior offi...
When I walked into the police station I noticed a lowering in the chatter from the young handsome offices in the room. A quick look around let me noticed many of the eyes were on me. Again let me say a gal with a big pair of tits, old and saggy or not will catch the eye of a guy every time. Married or not the eyes have it. I have been told I can pass for fi...
"What was your mistress' name?" Ivory asked the following day, while she and Glade prepared elixirs and drugs from what they'd foraged in the woods. "Demure," said Glade. "Or Lady Demure, as she was known then. At first, I didn't know that was what the name meant. It sounded like nothing more than a short yelp. It took me quite a while to learn the language...
Marcos always hated working the nightshift on weekends. Some of his reasons were understandable; being an NYPD officer in our Brooklyn precinct meant that he never knew what he'd be up against when he put on his uniform and drove out into the semi-dark streets. That concerned me, too, of course. I worried a lot about his safety, even though I'd seen his f...
specton - 2 1/2 minutes quant - 2 1/2 years heckson - 2 1/2 miles ------------------------------------ Bill and the Major had been running for almost an hour following the scent of the male. Suddenly there was a break in the forest they had been running through. Before them lay the sprawling castle of one of his uncles. Growling Bill stopped as they saw...
Being the King's Headsman is the only employment that I have known since I was 18 summers old. I had been with a group of people from our village returning from a market fair in the next town over when we were accosted by a band of highwaymen. The robbers were too busy pawing the women and intimidating the others to pay much attention to the skinny lad who...
Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional, even just plain fantasy. All sex involves living humans aged 18+, even the civilians. The story contains multiracial, bisexual, and anal elements; if you object, stop reading. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Information may not be totally accurate. It is just a story, fol...
It had been a long deployment – six months in the Mediterranean – and everyone onboard was ready to pull back into port. The USS Texas was about 100 miles off the coast of Virginia at periscope depth, making sure there were no close contacts. The CO had put in his night orders that the Officer of the Deck was to clear his baffles, come to periscope depth and...
"But, First Sergeant—", I began. "But? BUT?" interrupted my First Sergeant, looking up from the paper he was holding. "Butt-FUCK, Sergeant Kernig!" He leaned back into his chair. "It's pretty simple. You fucked up, you're off the Fleet Week detail and to get back into the colonel's good graces, not to speak of Captain Newsome and Lieutenant Plume, you make...
This story is part of the "Epistle To My Lady" series, which is meant as a complementary one to the "Epistle To My Captain" series written by RedhairedandFriendly. Thanks, Red, for working on this one with me. I am having fun with it, as I hope you are as well. 6/2/10 My lady, I thank you very much for your suggestion that I try the glass phallus on your...