*Note to readers: This is the second story I've written which has nothing to do with my own life. The first was Live Free or Die. All of my other stories are based on personal experiences. I work as an aeronautical engineer on a Navy base in Virginia supporting the F-18 Super Hornet. As such, I've had the opportunity to meet many fighter pilots. Most a...
Here's to a happy new year for all you Literotica fans. May God richly bless you, each and every one... MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ Chapter One My name is Mark Howard and I'm forty-nine years old. I stand six feet, three inches tall; and I weigh two hundred and fifty-five pounds, with no fat whatsoever. I have dark brown hair and eyes; and it was right around my...
Hey, Folks. This one is a nice midwinter pot boiler. It's a little bit long and it gets crazy near the end. It's just the thing to keep you entertained during these snowy winter afternoons. SS06 * * * * * * I had just finished wheeling the stretcher from my last patient out of the examination room, when it happened. I walked into the control room between...
The afternoon was hot and humid, the air thick enough to cut with a knife, as Dan swung the last bale of hay from the pickup onto the stack for pulling up into the hayloft. At least he had it all in near the barn and now just had to get it up into the loft under shelter before it rained. He dropped out of the truck bed and started into the barn to drop the r...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his quick responses and amazing editing. Without him this story may not have been finished. If you're looking for a quick fix this story isn't for you, this is my longest story and I hope you all enjoy it and remember to vote/comment if you do. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either...
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Faye said hesitantly, having appeared in a flash on the Firing Range a minute earlier. "You two can kiss for a really long time!" John and Dana parted, both turning to smile at the sprite. "That's alright, Faye," John said, releasing the redhead from his embrace. "What's up?" "I just wanted to let you know that we've arrived at...
Author's Note: Following on from the first Glencross Manor story, we turn our attention to Ruth's donor, Richard, and how he came to be a donor at the formidable yet mild-mannered Mrs. Elspeth McEill's rather unusual human reproduction and embryology institution, and his encounter with his first ever client. As always, all characters are over 18 and any simi...
February Sucks. by GeorgeAnderson. This tale has its origin in a conversation remembered from some decades ago. The conversation shocked me, and made such an impression that I'm quite sure I remember its essentials correctly. A recent event reminded me of that conversation, and motivated this story. Thanks to BlackRandl1958 and stev2244 for their kindness,...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...
*** Introduction: This story is vaguely tied to the mythology and characters of the sci-fi show Doctor Who. All trademarks, etc. relating to Doctor Who are the property of the BBC. The characters and events within it are entirely original creations. It is simply an offshoot of that established universe. *** *** *** Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn, Pa...