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Many years ago, I was part of an advance team coming back from Iraq well ahead of the main body. After touching down and given a "Welcome Home" celebration we were given a forty-eight hour pass and those that had family already there went with them but that left a large amount that did not behind and stuck in the barracks for the weekend. At the time I was...
Chapter 17: Force of Habit Bette, Tina, baby Angelica, Kit, and Shane sat around their table at The Planet on Saturday morning. Carmen, feeling frisky and mischievous, sat in Shane's lap and leaned over to kiss her from time to time as they flirted shamelessly and openly with each other. Kit had always been charmed by them as a couple. "You two are so hot...
Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Chapter 14: The Traveling Wilburys When Carmen dropped Shane off at her house, Shane asked, "Do you want to come in for a while?" "Thanks but no thanks. I think I just want to go home and take a shower and talk to my mom. I have to tell her I'm moving out and moving in with you." "Will that be a problem?" "No, I don't...
On the plane, we took to come back to Italy, there was another mixed couple like us: he was Italian, and she was from Moscow. They had the seats close to ours, just on the other side of the corridor. So we started to talk, and we became friends. They too had come to Moscow for the New Year, to visit the parents of hers. And they too lived in Tuscany, close t...
The old man was lecturing, so I amused myself by attempting to figure out which customers in the restaurant were really Feds. My money was on a couple in matching sweater vests. They were just a little too cute to be real, and I had caught them sneaking furtive glances towards us one too many times. Naturally, Pops-- being something of an underworld celebr...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
"Please." Come the weak gasp. My smile was cold. "Did she beg you too? Beg you to stop? Well I don't want to stop. I take a great deal of pleasure hurting men who hurt women." "She-" He didn't or should I say couldn't finish his sentence. "What? She wanted it? Please. Don't flatter yourself. Just hurry up and die already." I tightened the wire and it sank...
A couple plotlines I really liked but that aren't going to fit in "St. Clair CH 3: Angel" so I peeled them out. Normally it would go into Lesbian with the rest of Saint Clair, but TJ and Tammi's relationship just doesn't figure much here. Note that while this is a chapter of Saint Clair, it works as a standalone story. There is no graphic sex in this story l...
My wife Alison had always been, shall we say, reticent when it came to exploration and unusual experiences in our sex-times after we were married some years ago. Her idea of good sex had been lying on her back, pleasing me as I shagged into her until I climaxed, and then demanding that I please her with my hands or my lips or my tongue. Just occasionally wit...