Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Ch. 5 Saints and Sinners The enemy's movements towards the border brought about another mission for Clay and the Sky Soldiers of Tropic Lightning. The C-130 dropped open the back deck to empty blackness, not a light below to know what was there. Eyes were peeled on the red light, waiting for it to change to the green one and the smell of fear was strong in...
Thrashes of light sporadically washed over the pulsing milieu, unrelenting high-hat flourishes tapping their teeth while the vibrations of the kick drum bounced their heads fore and aft. Their bodies were a vessel containing a dearth of gleeful sensory overload. Dozens of the turned-on were turned out to imbibe in the full gale-force trauma of a mere night w...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— The Bartenders Tucker's favorite night spot was a blues joint in the heart of the city. For a decade or so it had been the hot spot — wood-fired pizzas, mouth watering panini, local craft beer on tap and live music late into the night. Wednesdays were the best — that's when th...
He heard music in his dream, something that sounded an awful lot like 'woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late...' and felt a little confused. Why was Paul singing in the middle of a dream? 'Or...am I dreaming?' Then he smelled coffee, heard someone walking around...
Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
All the time we'd been chatting on messenger I'd insisted there would be nothing more. Despite the incredible intimacy of our chats I stressed that I'd never go further. Although we had the most amazing electronic sex where you would sometimes make me cum three and even four times I'd told you I was scared to talk to you or meet you. At first you'd tried t...
There is no sex in this story. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. I also thank of my friends, who write to encourage and help me to continue writing and posting, these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are always greatly appreciated. Later that night I r...
Part 5 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance. Part 1: Ashleigh's Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice. Part 2: Ashleigh's Game Day. Ashleigh and the other cheerleader...
My name's Steve Birch. I'm a 26-year old Londoner, and I'm virtually irresistible to women. That's not male bragging, simply a statement of fact. It's not just because of my looks, although at six feet tall and slim, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I'm attractive enough. It's not because of my personality, although I'm generally considered intelligent,...