German bitch. It was the only thing that would go through his mind. She sat on the passenger side in a desecrated officer's uniform and casually smoked a cigarette like most whores sucked a man's cock. He didn't care that she'd been an American citizen for years. It didn't matter that she had spent the last two years entertaining American troops with the...
Finished screwing her husband in the blockhouse, Gerta dressed and joined Harry, sitting on the roof. They held each other, arm-in-arm, for a long time, just watching the beach and the ocean. Then, they heard voices coming up the trail. A group of tourists appeared, with their cameras and binoculars. The tourists spoke German.... ....Now that he was reaso...
Harry heard Gerta calling him out of his daydream. "Honey, lets go for a walk along the road and then up the bluff." Harry nodded his agreement. He put his pants on. Gerta followed by putting a wrap-around skirt over her bathing suit. Harry rolled up the beach towels and put them under his arm. Then he jumped on top of the sea wall, turned and extended his...
This story is partially true based on stories I have heard from relatives (some living in Norway, some living here). The rest is my own imagination. If historical inaccuracies occur, sorry. This is, after all, a story. ***** The date was June 15, 1940. The war had just ceased it's raging in my country five days ago. The King of Norway had escaped to Engla...
When I was on an exchange trip in Europe, I was dating for a very short time a German man, Peter, who was the scion of a wealthy industrial family. He was a playboy, but he lavished money on women and for a student traveling on a budget, to be whisked to the best restaurants and have entry into the best parties was too much to resist. I have to admit that I...
It was World War II. The United States had begun its war with Germany. The country was in complete chaos, with tanks and bodies and wreckage lining the cities, planes and smoke and Hell dominating the skies. The Germans, though appearing to be losing the fight against the Allied Forces, were putting up one Hell of a fight. My mission was to locate a leader...
During the summer of 1987 I was 23 years old, serving with the British army in Germany, and I was going through a crisis. Looking back the crisis wasn't so severe. I was in the twilight zone of having a normal life one day, and a totally changed existence the next. I'd inherited a large sum of money. It was a sum large enough to mean that I didn't need to w...
After an auspicious start to my first tour of Germany, I eagerly awaited Mandi's arrival. When she finally got to Germany, the first thing I did was tap into some cash and get her a fist full of local currency. This helped her over the jet lag and the screaming trip down the autobahn from Frankfurt to Heilbronn. I had to pull into the first rest stop south...
Northern France 1941 Captain Karl Fuchs tugged down the peak of his army cap and strode out of the Town Square building that had recently become German army headquarters in Bussy, Northern France. His heavily armed squad of 16 men had been there now for almost two weeks as part of the occupation of France. Bussy, in the province of Normandy, was classed...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...