Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
CHAPTER 1 - WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX? Jessie sighed and breathed out. Hot water splashed down her soft back and she picked up the bottle of soap. Squirting some into her favorite loofah, she started to scrub her body. Being a high school student, she cared very much about her appearance and standing in high school. Therefore, she couldn't afford to stink...
Please note that amongst other things this story contains BDSM & mild violence. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 1: Crystal There are many universities & colleges in southern Florida, one of the most popular is Dolphin Beach University. It's Miami location just a ten minute walk from the beach makes it perfect for students who want to party as hard as they st...
Chapter 01 It's two days after the explosion, and I'm in an evac ride to Germany. A little background is in order. Maybe somebody I don't know is gonna read this someday, so I'll watch what I say. Officially, I was part of what we euphemistically called Operation Sandbox. Oh it had an official name or three, but it was just the U.S. Army's way of making th...
Birthday Present or (I've Looked at Love from Both Sides Now) Chapter 1 "What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked. "An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting. "Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply. I forgot all about the exchange and nothing else was said about my birthday. The day arrived and I got home from work exp...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
Chapter One: Jaivon Johnson As I crossed the square from the Casimir Inn, on the south side of Pulaski Square, to the General's Café on the north side, I shuddered as the big brute of a landscaper, Caleb, rose up from a flowerbed and glowered at me. He too? Would he too make me bend to his will as if by right?—not that I deserved better. But then I saw that...
Shawn couldn't find any good hiding places that could conceal two people. He looked around, frustrated at his lack of options until he thought back to the rescue the previous night. He started scanning the rock walls around them. Thirty feet back from the ridge there was a small plateau that could fit the two of them as long as they got cozy, but it was out...
All sexual activity in this story is between adults of 18 years of age. While the story contains flashback scenes to when the characters were underage, those scenes contain no sexual activity whatsoever. This is my Valentine's Day contest story, so please don't forget to vote! * Caryn got a most unwelcome gift for her eighteenth birthday. "See, doesn't t...