A word of explanation: The Tug stories are special to me because they let me indulge my interest in history. A few of you share my hobby and I always want to entertain. I just posted my Legends Day piece, and I usually don't post so close together. But, I've been working on this piece for some time (for another purpose) and it's finished. So, I thought I'd...
Annie was dressed to the nine's, she spent an hour soaking in the tub where she shaved every hair off her lower body and now thoroughly relaxed, dried herself off and slipping into a large fluffy robe, took a seat at the dressing table. There she dried her hair and put it up in curlers. Spending an extra amount of time, she applied her make-up and once done...
It is assumed that you have read Part I before reading this but just in case, this fictional account takes place in the late 1960s. * I awoke Sunday morning to bright sunlight streaming through the open window and stretched my tired and surprisingly sore body, my morning wood quickly bringing back memories of yesterday. I stroked it a few times, my hard-on...
It's strange how events can change your life. If anybody had told me how things would have turned out, I wonder if I would have moved the same way. My wife was always a shy woman. Never one to push herself to the front. When you see her now it is hard to believe that, but I swear it's true. It all started with a meeting with an old school friend Dave. We got...
Authors Note: This time I'm posting the whole thing. No chapters, no teasers. Just the whole thing in one go. It's a long story but I might as well get it all out there. I take a little pride in trying to use words that are not often seen in stories of this sort. In the past I've used 'Brobdingnagian'. The word for this story is 'Pulchritudinous'. Go get y...
*** -- CHAPTER 2: Architectural Connections -- *** *MONDAY* "Good morning, boss." I looked up from my computer. "Good morning, Melody," I answered easily. My eyes flitted to the clock. She was right on time for a Monday morning. "Coffee? Your usual?" "Thanks, that would be great." I relaxed into my chair as the pretty blonde nodded and headed out. May...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles. There is a bit...
Hunting The Storm "Captain!" "That guy's a pain in the ass," Captain grunted as he got out his chair on the flight deck and went downstairs. "Don't crash into anything," he said, winking at Pilot. "What is it now, Bump?" His disdain for the ships engineer was obvious, and had been obvious for a long time. In fact, he was now the only one on the crew tha...
I was bereft. Meg, my wife of 24 years, had died of cancer. At age 45, I found myself a widower. For weeks after the funeral I would come home from work and rattle around inside the big empty house and cry and feel sorry for myself. The kids would call once or twice a week, but they were grown and moved away and had their own lives. Their occasional calls st...
Synopsis: Devlan is on the verge of civil war. The swordswoman Aria Schezobraska has returned to the Devlani Royal Army, only to be accused of treason. When Commander James Stromiskar discovers that she might be in danger, he sneaks into the city of his hateful father, to rescue his beloved before it is too late. Author's Note: I welcome feedback! For those...