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A Soldier's Tale Ch. 05

by patrick2536 on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Some people say having sex is intimate, well that's bollocks. How many sex partners have you had? 10? 15? 20? Maybe you are some sort of sexual athlete and you have had score of partners? You want intimate? Try killing a guy. Let's face it, that's as intimate as it ever gets because no one else is ever going to kill him again are they? And if you want th...

Homeward Bound Ch. 12

by Joe456 on Jun 18, 2019
Romance

When they hit the road again, the morning after, the medic was praying for not to meet anyone. He was tired of shooting first and thinking later. It was the only way to do, in a war situation: just think how to shoot, who shoots and who reloads, and then shoot and nothing more. But he was sick and tired to shoot, that was all. Because it was not so nice to t...

Rebel in Boston Ch. 04

by Old Bill on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

We were passing through a small town in Connecticut which does not help locate it very much since Connecticut was full of small towns and most of them looked pretty much alike - white church, grassy square and all. I guess the point is, I don't remember its name. This one was up in the hills a ways and had two churches. Anyhow, we stopped to eat and before w...

Rebel & the Hessians

by Old Bill on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

For the Hessians, rape was evidently a normal part of making war. Anything portable, they took; anything burnable, they burned, and any woman they caught, of any age, they raped brutally and repeatedly. They also had other nasty habits including an almost inbred inability to take prisoners. And they seemed to love using the bayonet while most of the American...

Combat Wounds

by 49greg on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

WHAM! He woke up instantly, sprawled on a cot near the entrance of the command bunker, just looking for somewhere to sleep for the few off-duty hours before dawn when he was supposed to head back to the rear area for a three day pass. Flashes came through the entrance as someone threw back the gas barrier, he heard a shout from the interior of the bunker,...

The Drunken Cat

by rdmaddog on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Chapter 1 The Drunken Cat March 8, 1966 "Lock and load." In ritual often practiced and easily remembered, Green Beret Staff Sergeant Arturo Hernandez, taps the cartridge clip on his helmet twice, slams it home into the magazine's chamber of his AR-15, and sets his weapon on full automatic. Special Forces SEAL Petty Officer First Class, Patrick Francis...

Beds and Breakfast Ch. 03

by johnnieblue44 on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Long-awaited continuation of this series, back by popular demand. I truly appreciate all of your kind comments as well as your patience. Thanks for the motivation, Decadentdessert! ************************* John contemplated for a moment before shackling the twenty-two-year old to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. "To the north," John mumbled, almost...

Sucked by the Sun Lamia

by manyeyedhydra on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

The sneaky little scarlet imp had lied to Bate. She'd told him she could take him to where treasure was hidden. And so PVT Stewart Peter Bate had followed her up to a cave in the hills. He should have run the little bitch through with Granpa's trusty ole bayonet. He was going to. You couldn't take any chances with these tricksy hindigs, even if they did lo...

Army On-the-Job Sex Training

by ElderDirt on Apr 23, 2019
Erotic Couplings

I am a single career Army officer who manages a small but special environmental project. Since the job involved gathering and organizing data from various reporting stations and then reporting the results in quarterly reports, the job seemed easy at first. However, as a one-man shop, the tons of data, long hours, and isolation were gradually burning me out...

Missionary

by steamer5139 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

During thirteen years of matrimony, Ingrid and I produced two wonderful children and never seemed to be able to climb out of debt. We could not divorce if we wanted to and my God, we often wanted to. The house we share, a Craftsman bungalow on the northern edge of Marston Hill, has witnessed the steady dissolution of our marriage, the breaking of our bonds,...