Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 5: Changes copy write 2014 Chapter 66 Sunday 23 June, 1985 When Mike parks by the gate and snoozes Ken Daniels wakes him. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here. I'm going off shift but Ferman's down there. Toot your air horn." Mike looks at his watch and sees it's nearly seven thirty. He toots his air h...
I>Author's note: I was originally planning on this tale being a short story in the First Time category, but being a novelist at heart, it ballooned on me a bit. Even after editing, it's still better than ninety-thousand words. I didn't want to break it up into separately published sections, so I decided to put it here, in the Novels and Novellas category, wh...
Native Dawn Series: book 6. Rogue Dawn book 2: Alex and Chance's story Dawn's Second Chance By: J. Lynn Scott Chapter 1 The meeting was intense and heated. Both sides argued back and forth in relentless debate, unable to come to agreement. Some felt the rogue threat should be immediately neutralized. The rogues hunted down and vengeance served swiftly....
I sat in the back of the Galaxy Club, moodily communing with Jack Daniels. It had been a rough day, culminating with my girlfriend moving out. I replayed our final conversation in my head. "What's going on?" I'd asked, coming home after a hard day's work running piping and installing the kitchen sinks and bathroom fixtures in a new restaurant going in on Cl...
Author's Notes: Rising above the station one is born into is not only a measure of financial success but demonstrates a profound strength of character. Overcoming the forces that maintain social stratification can seem insurmountable. Those with the will to succeed, the resilience to persevere, and the intelligence to distinguish true opportunities from fa...
This is my entry for "On The Job" 2020. I decided to challenge myself after a conversation with an online acquaintance, and write a story completely devoid of the verb "to be" and any of its conjugates. As such, I only use this verb when characters speak or think, to keep dialect as accurate as possible. This is a very long story with a lot of character and...
Terror gripped Jessica. "Funky chicken no sauce." Jessica said urgently into her phone. She repeated it a few times before shoving her phone back in her pocket and pulling her gun from her purse. "Get in the car and run Jessica." Mark ordered, "Go!" "You too. Get in the car." Jessica said, "We can both go... Mark!" she screamed not seeing the man with th...
PROLOGUE I was 18 when I had my first real taste of what it was like to be a submissive. Before then, I had experimented, mostly on my own, trying out little things here and there and experimenting some when I masturbated. I'd get my boyfriend to tie my wrists to the bedpost and spank me, but I could tell his heart was never really into it and I wanted more...
Author's Notes: This will be my submission for Literotica's "Geek Pride Day 2020" event. Special thanks to my lady love for inspiration and critique, bikoukumori for a tight editing job in the face of impossible deadlines and my Patrons, especially Fireball, for support and helpful input. I couldn't have done it without you guys! Please note: It should go w...
CHAPTER 1: WINGED TERROR The morning mist hung low over the valley, the obscuring haze blanketing the forests and fields below, reflecting the vibrant reds and oranges of the rising sun. The shepherd shielded his eyes for a moment as he looked out over the vista, the chill wind whipping at his long beard and tugging at his cloak. He wrapped the garment aro...