** All characters, names and situations are fictional. Mostly. ;-) ** ***** 1am. Closing the door of the utility room behind me, I slumped against the back of it and sighed. My feet ached, my back was killing me, and I had a pounding headache starting to creep around my temples from the chaos reigning on the other side of the door. I was starving. Dehydrat...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
They came on a crisp fall morning. Lesya was in her garden at the time, fingers buried in the dark loam. She was checking for frost. It was getting colder every day, and she still had one last harvest of potatoes and beets to dig up before winter weather set in. Standing, Lesya brushed clumps of earth from her hands and shielded her eyes to watch the Wehrma...
~ Kapitel 3: Die zweite Entjungferung ~ Am nächsten Morgen lagen wir beide noch lange im Bett. Der Sex der letzten Nacht war wirklich unglaublich gewesen. Ich hatte es mit Yvonne in fast allen erdenklichen Stellungen getrieben und sie war geil wie schon seit Ewigkeiten nicht mehr gewesen. Ich kam ganze zwei Mal und vögelte sie auch endlich mal wieder zu ein...
Wedding anniversaries are supposed to be beautiful celebrations or love and romance, which is exactly what Caroline and I enjoyed as we lazed in the canal barge in Amsterdam during the one hour tour of the city, champagne of champagne in our hands. It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and we had arrived the night before, flying in straight after work. Our...
We travel by night to avoid enemy fighters: bomb-laden American P-47's, rocket-toting English Typhoons. Death angels. Twelve kilometers more. I can nearly smell Marie Colette's perfume sweat, bad breath, and sex through the road-dust clogging my straight, Teutonic nose. The long barrel jutting out ahead of our Panther G, a 75mm KwK 42 L/70 cannon, reminds...
Thanks for taking the time to read these stories. It takes a long time to write them so please send or leave a message. *** I've known Leanne for over 25 years and her husband Steve for about 15 of those. We first met when we were working for a government department in a small country town where we sucked and fucked away our boredom in a haze of booze and...
Even though this is the beginning of the second trilogy about Mark, Lydia, Snowy, and Swan, it is a direct sequel to Snowy's Visit Ch. 03 and the story continues practically instantly. Reading previous chapters is highly recommended if you want the full story and want to know more about the characters. * * * I opened my eyes the next morning, and it took m...
Chapter 1 Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealth...
Chapter 1 Iris and Kata had a quarrel about Trish. Iris accused Kata of monopolizing her. They finally agreed to share her, as in she would give each one three evenings of her week, and had one for herself. Whereas Kata moved with low lives, Iris moved with the rich and affluent, the fine, noble society. She would dress Trish up real nice and take her to...