Author's note: I would like to thank those of you who have read my other stories, particularly those who have provided comment and feedback. As a result of some feedback, I have written this final chapter to the "Driving Jackie" series. Several people commented that the earlier chapters did not have any drama and thus were not reflective of real life. I do...
*Author's Note: Marine Corps reserve units have a small cadre of active-duty, permanent personnel assigned to provide support to the reserve unit. They are known as the Inspector-Instructor or I&I staff, and are separate from the reservists who come in for two days each month as well as two weeks in the summer. They work very closely with the reservists and...
[Note: By Lifting Winds Forgot and The Ceremony of Innocence precede this tale. If you've not read these two this story will make no sense at all.] +++ Time, Like A River: The Voyage From Driftwood III Part I: They called for the harp – but our blood they shall spill Byron, By the Waters of Babylon – from The Hebrew Melodies ◊◊χ...
Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewa...
Julianne Smith dressed carefully in the soft blue blouse with the full sleeves and the white linen slacks. A black western-style belt with silver fittings and a pair of black flats completed her ensemble --- her driving ensemble. She applied minimal makeup and fixed her long, glossy black hair in a French braid. The day was bright and the forecast was for a...
Shelly's alarm clock woke her promptly at 5:30 that morning and she lay still staring at the ceiling for a moment as visions of a man's muscular buttocks danced in her head. Her right hand began her usual clitoral stimulation as her left hand smoothed the soft skin of her right breast until she felt her nipple tingle, but when she felt she was forcing hersel...
They were just an ordinary bunch of boys really, except that they were cloned from a humanoid body found in a fifty thousand year old glacier. And they did have one other thing in common -- whatever or whoever they didn't want around instantly disappeared. Which was why Judith should have looked for a news story somewhere else. Anywhere else. --------------...
Dear Readers - Here is a tender story of love and redemption. Perfect for a summer beach read. Enjoy. ***** I was driving back from the hardware on a Saturday afternoon when I noticed two figures trudging along in the heavy monsoon rain. They didn't have raingear and were soaked through, a small wagon with gear trailing behind. I slowed and lowered my pass...
This is the final chapter of Parts of Desire, and the longest. Once again, I am deeply indebted to Ravenna933 for her edits and her ideas which made this entire story stronger. It was in a state of naked, harmonious, postcoital bliss that Rania, Khadija and I packed up our campsite on the sheltered cliffside beach on the Musandam Peninsula in the Sultanate...
Readers of my Literotica novella "Adultery on the High Seas" have asked for a sequel, to continue the erotic exploits of officers' wives Jane and Heidi on their long voyage on a troopship in the nineteen-fifties. Having arrived in Singapore to join their husbands, they now sought some more amorous adventures while they impatiently await the return of the shi...