This story is set in New Zealand with Kiwi spelling. * * * CHAPTER 1 The screaming of Carolyn Orr brought her parents running to the bathroom. Hugely in tears she accused her younger brother Buck of pushing a finger up her ass. "Oh Buck, how could you!" yelled his mother. "What were you two doing in the shower together?" Buck, always quick, said, "Savin...
December 1916 The Real Thing It was bitterly cold. Condensation droplets flew from the fuselage of the Avro 504 like icy needles, striking Phillip in the face, so he pulled his scarf a little higher. He opened the throttle and the plane began to rumble forward over the wet grass. The instructor’s voice sounded faint and tinny through the ‘Gosport tube’, a r...
August 1916 Return to the Fold The RE8 was steady at 10,000 feet above the front. Phillip stood in the rear cockpit and scanned the skies for any sign of enemy aircraft. He had been back on the squadron for four days and this was his eleventh patrol. The Huns seemed to have more and more Albatros D IIs in the area now and 14 Squadron had been among the firs...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....
I was staring at my computer screen and counting the seconds until quitting time when a female voice penetrated my thoughts. “Knock, knock.” “What now?” I mumbled to myself. It had been a busy week, and I was perfectly content to spend the rest of my Friday afternoon staring at the monitor and daydreaming. The last thing I needed was for someone to come...
The pain in my freshly pierced right nipple didn't last long. A few days later, it felt no different from the left one. And it did feel good. And I felt good, too, basking in the afterglow of the experience still several days later. I felt none of the guilt that had plagued me after my first visit to Joe's tattoo and piercing parlor. Well, that was a bit of...
Anyone engaged in sexual activity is 18 or older. This may have fit in erotic couplings but in the end, it was more about finding love one more time, therefore I went with the romance category. ***** Linda Altmont sat across from my desk telling me what a rotten prick her husband is, she's late twenties, maybe early thirties, average in most ways. Not t...
"Okay, that's the third time I caught you looking across the bar at that girl. What's going on?" "Seriously?" I glanced at Eli after I swallowed a mouth full of beer. "Since when is it weird for us to check out girls while we're here? Hell, I thought that was the main reason why we came in the first place." "It is, but her?" he all but snorted. "You can't...
Chapter 1 Alex laid in bed his left arm resting across his chest his index finger tracing the shape of the chain link brand on his right side something he only did when he was tense. As he did he kept flashing back to the moment it was put there. The branding iron covered in molten rose gold and the faces of Janus and Klaus as they used it on his skin. He s...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...