"Whatever you do, don't scream," the flight engineer instructs in a hushed tone so not to break the concentration of the studious pilots. The P3-Charlie turns in a 45 degree angle to port as the pilot and copilot manipulate the 4 propeller naval aircraft for landing. Looking out the double-paned glass at the heavenly view, it's difficult to imagine the irony...
Author's Note: This is not a stroke story, so I'm sorry if that's what you expect. Later in the narrative I will have sexual activity, but non-consent is something that disgusts me, so I refuse to write about it. Also, this isn't intended to be historically accurate in anyway, but it is set in Ancient Egypt before the North and South joined. Otherwise, I hop...
Vlad woke well before dawn. It had been many hours since he had fed and the hunger now pained him. Drawing in a deep breath he felt the dryness in his mouth, he was thirsty too. Carefully folding back the satin bed linens he climbed from his bed, walked to the window and lifted the blackout shade to peek outside. Beneath some distant clouds he saw the horizo...
Attempting to put into words, the thoughts of a mother, and failing miserably. I love you are not words mere enough for a glimpse of what we perceive to be the greatest wisdom of all. Over time and years of what we refer to as living have taught me more things about the inner self than I ever could have wished to be victim to. And Elliot was just part of my...
What a wonderful morning. Light breeze, sun just coming over the horizon. The morning dew looking like crystals on the grass. I am putting on my shoes when you come knocking on the door telling me to come on. I get up and open the door. I stand there looking at you, then I through my arms around you and kiss you hard. Then I close the door and walk past you....
The sun has barely risen over the horizon; light from your window paints the room orange and gold -- the colors of dawn, a new beginning. Today is the day. You slip out of bed and into your clothes, a black cloak over some brown leather common clothes. You lace up your boots and head downstairs into the kitchen, where your mother has set out breakfast for th...
In the small farming town where I grew up, the town elders took religious holidays very seriously. Each major holiday ended with a huge festival and the Spring celebration that coincided with Easter was one of the biggest of the year. It not only commemorated the holiday, which our deeply religious community celebrated with zeal, it also meant the start of t...
I felt like I was falling through a gauzy mist. I thought I heard soft, sensuous music, but my descent was more like drifting than falling. I felt moist, cool liquid dripping down the small of my back which woke me from my drowse with a start. I found myself lying on my stomach, feeling her knee close to my testicles. Her soft butt rested on the back of my t...
I hope you like this installment. Please let me know what you think. I'm hard at work on the next chapter. *** As day became night in the Romanian capital, Bitsy returned from her IPD duties in Paris to enjoy a breathtaking sunset. It wasn't often that the winter clouds parted to reveal the spectacular incandescent pinks and oranges that faded to purple an...
Part 2 of 2. This story can be read by itself but will make more sense with Part 1. * I awoke completely disoriented to the raucous sound of crows calling the dawn light. It was dim in the tent as the sun had not yet cleared the horizon. I stretched under the blanket and tried to piece together what had happened. The three boys fucking me roughly one by o...