This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
"WWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAWWWWWWWWWWW!" Bursting from the darkness of the cavern Greta Winston and her co-pilot the Roman Centurion named Antonaeus Gaicazar flew faster than they had going in. After winning an underground battle against alien forces they were enjoying a taste of victory. Now that Greta had a good handle on the Hordakian Technoride a...
I hope you enjoyed parts 1 and 2 of my journal. If you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I suggest you read them first as reading part 3 will makes no sense if you haven't read the first two parts of my journal. If you have read both parts one and two, thanks you very much for reading them and still wanting to continue reading the third part of my three part journ...
Note from the Author: this story is much longer than the last Hunter Hunted, which was a one shot, because I have decided to make it an extended short series. I hope you enjoy! ***** "Three days." Private Parker looked up from his desk at Commander Grant, standing at the window of the temporary office building. His arms were folded across his chest and...
Be warned, absolutely no hard sex here, and this is not really an erotic story. But it still seems to fit into 'LV' rather than 'Non erotic' I sometimes get complaints that my stories can be a little unrealistic, but please remember it IS fiction. At least mainly so, as there is a thread of real truth in this little particular tale whatever you may think....
Chapter I: In which Alan Cox, ordinary man, becomes Don Cocksote, righter of wrongs, lover of love, and world-famous fighter for all manner of romantic justice. * In a town in New England, the name of which I have no desire to recollect, there lived not long ago an older man, nearly sixty, of the kind who have an old scooter in the garage, an elderly cat t...
LEVERIA The previous night had been a sleepless one. I'd sat in my office, drinking wine and contemplating the mirror before me. Its twin was hanging over Elena Straltaira. She was awake, staring up at herself, a thin rectangle of moonlight shining on her face. Though her jaw was swollen, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was filmed with dried sweat and...
Every man reaches the point in his life where he says in the back of his mind, "I've had enough of this bullshit." It had taken me more than a few months of constantly counting to ten, biting my tongue, turning my cheek, and walking away to find myself at the point I found myself in. It would not take much to get me to the boiling point. I am a patient man...
There's something about warm sunny days that makes me feel good. I stood on the front stoop for a few moments enjoying the warming rays of the sun dressed in my flannel pajamas and a terry cloth bath robe. As I walked toward the mailbox at the curb my neighbor Chuck who was weeding his garden waved at me. "Morning Blondie!" Chuck exclaimed a big smile on h...
For the following six weeks our love making has been incredible. Neither of us can get enough of the other; the images and actions of the first training session so freshly embedded in our brains that all we have to do was to look at each other to want to be entwined and writhing on the bed in seconds. A couple of things are contributing to this. Firstly, e...