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A Day's Work

by TRIAX on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The night before, I woke up at 1 a.m. Sara was still sleeping by my side, getting up I found a notebook and continued to searched for a pen. Upon finding it, he wrote a note, folded it into a bird using origami and placed the paper crane next to the sleeping young woman. I started to get dress and putting on my shoes, walking back to the bedroom I smiled gaz...

Price of Security

by TRIAX on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

2nd Battalion Combat Team, 2nd BCT Major Kai (Ghost) Espiritu Commanding The young major inserted his 5.56 mm ammunition cartridge into the last of his 50 round magazines. The Boxer Command APC smoothly rolled through the marsh filled landscape of central Ar'Raq, six men plus the three crews occupied the wheeled combat vehicle. Unlike the other battalion...

Rest and Relaxation Ch. 02

by alpha55 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

In the summer of 1969, the Summer of Love, I was a 21 year old gunner aboard a river assault/patrol boat in Viet Nam. My crewmates and I had just completed a four day combat operation near the designated "in-country R&R" city of Vung Tau, and had a 24- hour period of downtime amid more round-eye women than I'd seen in nearly four months. I, along with the...

Day of Reckoning 1st BCT

by TRIAX on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

By 0330 hours the Rim-Cats are prepared to commence their operation, the three Battalion Combat Teams prepared themselves for their task while the Templac Combat Battalion slipped out of the port's gate led by Major Rolando Katapatan known throughout the regiment as Marangal the "Rightous One". Jeez Colonel, if you're going to have fun all night while the...

Into the Storm

by TRIAX on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Ar'Raq Desert 75 miles from Kafjiya Mountains 1st BCT Battalion Combat Team Major Kalandro Digma Commanding 13 Leopard 2A6EX Main Battle Tanks rolled by the desert of northern Ar'Raq followed by 24 Puma CFVs, 27 Boxer APCs, 6 Fennek Combat Cars armed with 50 caliber machineguns, and 3 Fennek Combat Cars equipped with 80mm mortars. Leading the procession...

Cassandra

by teddy2horse on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

This story has to be in the third person. I cannot do this in the first person, I cannot bring myself to put myself in this man's shoes, so forgive me, because we all know that sooner or later everybody has to answer the final roll call. * The unarmed Medevac chopper hit the ground hard almost tossing out the Crew Chief, who was already precariously perch...

Mike Hammer - Chinatown Ch. 04

by Dwolfy on Jul 25, 2018
Romance

3 Days Earlier The air smelled of wet concrete. Not a bad smell, but nothing that anyone would associate with good memories either. Just the smell of things that make up a city: rain, concrete buildings, sidewalks, and broken dreams. He walked in through the marble lobby of the somewhat seedy office building. The Metropolitan had seen better days, Mike th...

Tale of the Gun Bunnies Ch. 02

by mrbadkitty357 on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

//(Announcer 1) Greetings from the Lightening Dome, in glorious Houston. This is the first time here at Fight Club – Houston where two contestants are battling for control of the same guild. (Announcer 2) No one is betting anything? Why are we even covering this? (Announcer 1) That's a good question, let's see, hmm, according to this note, it says "F minor K...

Awakened Through The Gun

by lefthandfantasy on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

***Disclaimer*** Some readers may find this material disturbing. This story fetishizes guns and the threat of death (but not death itself). It is a borderline consensual story about dominance and submission through use of a weapon. You have been warned. **************** Ashley sat nervously in her car. She must have spent 45 minutes just shuffling throug...

When Johnny Comes Marching Home Ch. 03

by MADMADMADMAXine on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Continued from Chapter 2: "Thank you for your service," rang empty whenever someone mindlessly said that to him when seeing his dog tags hanging from his neck. To him, that phrase sounded too much like, "Thank you and have a nice day." He'd give them a stern look that made them afraid. "Thank you for my service?" Just as angry as he was violent, that's al...