The view from the top of the tower that August was spectacular and refreshing. I had needed that for some time. Reluctantly, the way one does when it would be nice to just stay right where one is and not have to move, I turned away and leaned back against the railing. It was an effort to extend perhaps just a little longer the time there in the sun and wit...
**Read and Enjoy! Don't forget to leave a comment.** The steady rhythm of heavy breathing and flesh slamming into a sand-filled leather bag filled the air. Max was alone in the workout room, and he was in the center, working the heavy bag with a vengeance. Every punch was delivered with a look of concentrated fury, every kick landed with a grimace of hatred...
This is the third story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in German and Serbian, translations of the German and Serbian dialogue is included. The German and Serbian dialogue has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. ***** Chapter 1 - introduction Wade turned up the volume o...
Mosaic of Tattoos This is the second story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in Dutch, translations of the Dutch dialogue is included. The Dutch has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. Thank you to NChanta, Antagonee, and Patricia Montclair for their comments and suggestions!...
Chapter 01 - Lily Takes A Train It was a beautiful evening, the end of one of those perfect days that make you feel as if summer will go on forever. The heat of the day had gone and the sultry afternoon haze had given way to cooler, more pleasant air. I was standing at the railway station in Duisburg, waiting for my train. A fellow student had invited me to...
The shotgun blast ripped through my chest... I flew back into the dirt with a thud, but fired off a shot into Doc Holliday just before I died... After a few minutes Doc helped me to my feet. We brushed off the dirt and posed for pictures. Some people spend their summers at the beach. I spent my summer getting shot and killed four times daily— five on weeke...
A nautical romance of gender politics and the Flying Dutchman, as well as a short intermission in which the cast of characters perform a musical composition of their own devising. Having been some days in preparation, a splendid time is guaranteed for all. etc." I. ODD GIRLS AT SEA Getting laid while 3200 miles out at sea, especially somewhere in the icy d...
"Dr. E. Joseph Grafenbacher, MD, Ph.D., Registered Experimental Neurologist," read the impressive gold plaque above the office door. Cilla knocked softly, apprehensively. She'd been sent here by her doctor after complaining of strange fainting spells, and had been told that Dr. Grafenbacher was an expert at finding the cause of such ailments in young people....
Huxton Street was pretty much devoid of life, the only sign of activity a pink neon sign: Erotic City. All the other shops were closed. "Wanna go in?" We were drunk. "Sure!" Tasha went first through the blacked-out door, wiggling her bum a little as she went. I followed, half stumbling across the threshold into the bright interior light. Wall to wall sex....
The music was deafeningly loud; strobes flashed incessantly giving the otherwise dark room a surreal ambiance. My hips gyrated; my feet, clad in black stilettos, moved to an ethereal metallic 'techno' beat. My hands roamed oh so suggestively over my body and lingered as my finger tips cupped and caressed my breasts through a black leather top -- no more than...