The flared head of the man’s penis reminded her of the bright red hat on her aunt Desiree’s garden gnome. She thought of the fluted spear of a devil's tail, of caps on toadstools, of branding irons and plug heads. His penis was the length of a dollar bill and the daunting breadth of a glass coke bottle. She was nervous. She was afraid that it would hurt her....
Avi Rosenthal slipped quietly through the shadows, moving with deliberate slowness from one pool of inky darkness to the next - and while he looked ahead his senses told him to slow down and look in his wake. The same urgent intuition that now informed his every move told him he was being followed - again - as he moved to the meeting place. But by whom? Rum...
Part III Chapter 21 ____________________________________ Walking up to the wreck, Callahan thought it looked like an old Soviet T-54 main battle tank, but now, after several years under the desert sun, the original dark green paint had given way to a lizard-like patchwork of rusty tans and grays, the main turret punctured in at least two places by, he ass...
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...
Fictional story, et al. Any misspellings and or grammatical errors are solely mine (I wish they weren't but there you have it). ***** Don had had a tension filled week. Since he had spoken to Pete about being followed, the idea of being monitored, had slowly eaten away at him. Pete had fairly ordered him to continue on as he had before, to act ignorant of...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sometimes liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------- They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucr...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is NOT a story. It is a SCENE from a marriage and part of a longer story that may or may not ever be written. Consider it an addendum to the recent "Ghosts and Shadows" short novel. Readers of that story may have noted how the lives of Robert Sandler and Gail Hunt eerily paralleled the lives of Hugh and Mary Davidson. Like the ol...
Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ----------------------------------------------- Liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . . ----------------------------------------------- They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucrats. Well, I don't know about that, it's been a long time sin...
Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she's been known to faint during the throes o...