Andrea stepped quietly up from the cabin onto the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness. She stowed her armload of towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They demanded her s...
The adventures of your Dirty Dog in Germany started off rather slow. I had to leave Mandi in the states and head for parts unknown, arriving in Frankfurt to be sent to the replacement detachment. Long lines, lots of paperwork, I get handed off to an idiot who, in turn, sends me to a Volkswagen passenger van that heads for Stuttgart, Germany. Long trip, bori...
The motorcycle sputtered to a stop. He set his feet down and slowly coasted into an empty parking space near the side walk. He raised his arms up and cracked his knuckles. Looking up he noticed specks of dried blood caked into the crevices. It seemed he forgot to wash his hands before he left. It was just after midnight, James was sore and stiff. He had bee...
Chapter 11: Living With and Loving My Pretty Little Vixen The event of our marriage had swept upon us much quicker than either of us had ever supposed would be the case, and several details had been left unattended. We went shopping together for rings, including a jeweler's shop in Bellevue where he made all his own stuff, all of it impressively beautiful...
I was fascinated by the way the young woman looked. She was obviously partly of Hispanic ancestry, and even more obviously partly of something oriental -- Korean, as I came to find out. I had stopped in the Double-T Diner for a slightly late lunch on my run making UPS deliveries, and she was just coming out of the bathroom when I got my food. She saw me loo...
Edited by Poison Ivan Moe stared through the one-way mirror. The blonde hugged the wall as if it were her new best friend. A fine sheen of sweat crept over her body like untamed ivy. Her mussed hair stuck in the moisture at the sides of her face. The bastard that had browned the girl was back in his seat, pants zipped and buttoned, and stacking his winnings...
***Sunday, September 1, 2304*** Ordinarily I am a stickler for attendance at Pastor Ninkovich's Sunday service. That good man always has some interesting and important lesson for us all. And he had recovered nicely from the concussion he sustained when the chair hit him on the head during the WGPD riot. But when I woke up I knew I'd be absent today. Everyt...
The Author, Cath Ober, asserts the moral right to be recognized as the original author of this piece of Consensual Erotic Fiction involving Adults aged 18 or over. (Ogg-copyright notice 4/12/20) ONE - Cath's Mom "In real life I am Catharine, "Cath" is my braver alter-ego, sort of like Catherine Guisewite in riding leathers on a Harley-Davidson." - from...
I had had to wait 2 months for my second ever fetish night and I simply couldn't wait. I was also a little cautious - having had one of the wildest nights of my life the previous time, I couldn't see how this next one could possibly live up to it. Actually, I was right to be cautious. While my trusty friends were there, the two fantastic couples who we'd all...
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" -WB Yeats *** It was spring when Cousin Abbra announced she was pregnant, and the baby was due December 24. Furthermore, she insisted that she was still a virgin, and that the pregnancy was a miracle. And the father, she said, was Satan. Aunt Ann believed her. So did...