A presenter walks onto the stage from stage-right wearing a form-fitting white t-shirt and black jeans, he waved to the cheering crowd as they roared. "Well if that wasn't a warm welcome I don't know what is, " he quipped as the cheers died off. "My name is Jordan Fox, I am the Chief Robotics Engineer at General Atomics." James took a pau...
JERRY WANTED TO SLAP THE BRAT. He would have, in a Mesopotamian minute, if it had been his kid. But of course it was a client's "darling angel", all dressed up in his cowboy outfit for a portrait, but not sitting still on the old moth-eaten saddle. Instead, as Jerry stood there behind the big studio camera, letting out a long, slow, quiet breath between his...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In this second installment of this teen romance, Adam woos pretty albino Holly, while his Sapphic sister Andrea fantasizes about African-American Samantha, while taking advantage of being a girl to engage in voyeurism with her classmates and friends. There is plenty to like in this chapter for readers who love panties, feet, voy...
Los Angeles, California, 1992 It's ironic that LA is known as the City of Angels. Work the streets and you see there is nothing angelic about it. It's a Gemini; the LA that tourists love, and the LA that cops know. Now Detective Bobby Morgan, a fifteen year vet, worked with seven other officers in the NGH Unit, working cases with three consistent elements;...
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We'd been on mounted patrol for 4 hours, heading back to base. The four marines in the Humvee were Sgt. Pete Johnson (me), Lance Cpl. Jim Rodriguez, PFC Ron Damon, and manning the mounted 30 cal. Cpl. Dan Adams. I had just told Dan, "you better get your ass a little lower, there are hostiles in this area." He replied, "who gives a fuck, let'em shoot me."...
Chapter XXVI Destiny awakened at dawn after her night with Juan. She was surprised to find herself on her couch in front of her television in DC. She was hot and sticky, and was wearing her clothes from Court. She had slept soundly for nine and a half hours. The weather was already steaming hot. It’s going to be another lovely summer day in the swamp that p...
After half a day in space we were far enough away from gravitational influences and Pedro engaged the hyperdrive. Four hours later we were in open space again, the destination planet straight ahead about twelve hours away. I was on the bridge with Pedro and Juan. A scan revealed there were no ships within detecting range. "Alright boys, this is where we sta...
In the swirl of nebulous unconsciousness a blaring alarm cut through, louder and louder until finally Sam felt himself gasp awake. The tiny quarters he had been afforded was flooded red with warning lights, and a alarm bleeped through the intercom demanding that all personnel immediately make their way to the lifeboats. It took Sam a few moments to collect h...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...