Chapter 2 Meeting a Hero This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. After about a month in the Hospital, I was cycled back to the U.S. for rehab therapy and medically retired from the Marines. Flying home again for the first time since my reserve unit was activated, I was glad to exc...
"Hi Peep's," I'm Richard "Big Dick" Jackson or as my friends call me "BD". Well, the few friends I do have. By now you've guess, I'm black and an asshole to boot. I'm a 42 year old brotha from San Antonio, Texas. Yes it's true, that's why my friends call me "Big Dick". But it's not because I have a big dick. It's because I am a "BIG DICK". It started out in...
Unable to keep her eyes open, Lina fell asleep almost as soon as she climbed into Kane's bed. It was different from the bed in her dreams but just as comfortable. She had lingered in the shower, afraid to go to sleep and wary of the memories that might surface in her dreams but she couldn't help but relax when she was surrounded by the strong scent of Kane t...
I walked quickly to my bedroom leaving Casey to go cook breakfast; as soon as the door closed I had my phone in hand calling Demian. Demian, his brother Greg, and I were in the military together before I got out and became a custom home builder. They stayed in for a while longer, but eventually went reserve and opened their own company doing private investig...
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Introductions Pony hung in the darkness, as he always did. He could smell them coming. Six he thought, not counting the Troll. He heard their muffled footsteps, silently counting them. Yes, six. And they were skyclad just as he was. No clothing could be worn in this room. The door creaked open, and the Troll spoke. "As you all know, you will not be riding...
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Sorry for the delay from the last story, enjoy. Comments are always welcome. KhaoticMethod *********************************** October 20, 2013 (Sunday) The next day they wake early, both full of energy. Samantha goes into the bathroom and looks at herself and notices that the bruising that was once there is gone. She checks her shoulder where Rashad bit...
Lauren Oxley / March 18, 1986, 5:12 p.m. "Hi, Lauren. It's good to see you again." "Good to see you, too, David." "It's been a while. Hasn't it? Almost a year." "Yes, I suppose so. I've been really busy." "That's good, I guess." He stops abruptly, then, as if to fill up the silence: "That's good." I look up at him over my coffee. "I'm sorry I hav...