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 are used only for the literary purposes...
Almost 30 years have passed! A chance comic encounter with Irene Regan, a former lover, and memories consigned to Sidney Cuniff's mental attic tumble into the present. These escaped escapades assemble at his feet. Given their unplanned resurrection, he unsurprisingly finds himself reliving vicariously: * The divergence between Sidney Cuniff and Beryl Lind...
Chapter 10 "So, what is it to be done with the prisoners? These aren't situations envisioned very well by the Hague or Geneva Conventions, neither of which have been ratified by the Commandant on our side or the Imperial Wizard on his. Not, mind you, that there is any quarter given much of late. Or asked, for that matter. Kluckers are only surrendering when...
All previous chapters are in the process of being edited by Archangel_M and will be re-posted as soon as possible. Thank you for the continued support with the story. All of the feedback has been appreciated and needed. ~Shadow~ * Gypsy stretched as she woke up seeing the sun shining brightly through the windows. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was...
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...
(note: Part I of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn II "Most prisons are built of concrete and steel, you see," Misha Podgolskiv said, "but what of that prison we toil over all of our life, that prison of the mind we build within ourselves year after year, that prison which serves on...
Note to reader: This is pure fiction. All names are made-up and any relation to persons living or dead is coincidental. ***** As she sat down in her car at the pub, Marylou hiked her skirt to her waist leaving her hands free to finger her slit. While driving from downtown Los Angeles to foothills of La Canada-Flintridge, she re-lived the sensation of putti...
Once again all praise is due unto the beautiful goddess of the written word, AMY_Monaco, for the amazing editing. -Things start to get strange for Jack, and we find hidden dangers even in the best of friends. ***** Jack opened his eyes as the bright morning sunlight came in his window. For a moment, as he stared up at the ceiling, he wasn't sure where he...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
Miriam opened the door and poked her head through the gap into her daughters bedroom. "Sorry to call on you at such short notice darling, but the water boiler's buggered and I have no other choice but to ask Hardwick to go and have a look at it. I've no idea how long he's going to be, so could you take his first session?" Jennifer roused herself from the bo...