This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Chopperfan327 strikes again! For my readers, who put up with a lot. Victory in battle is a matter of skill. Victory in war is a matter of persistence. (Tuesday) Aya followed me to Medical for my daily checkup. It seemed I was no longer to be trusted with my welfare. Aya fou...
Although we had apparently agreed to go back to the room for a quickie, I think we both kind of chickened out once we got back there. It wasn't anything that anyone said out loud, more like something we just decided not to bring up again. Maybe it was the 'scene of the crime' or maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the windows... or maybe it was the t...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, Case of the Black...
PORTAL: entrance, gateway, opening, ingress Chapter 1 Spring was nearing its end when First Sergeant Argus Mitchell received his honorable discharge. Invalided home from the Middle East with a shattered hip, the marine had been made whole against after a complete hip reconstruction and receiving extensive psychological therapy, The size of his gratuity m...
*** Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** As I rounded almost the final corner heading home I was feeling pleased with myself. Just about my most successful outing ever. It had gone so well, the driving, parking in the shop car park, walking up towards the en...
Author's note: This story is one of a series, but they can be read in any order. * * * 'When are you going to make something of yourself?' If Neshet never heard those words again, it would be too soon. It was good work she did, painting the pots her mother made so they'd sell for more. She pulled her weight, and when the time came, she'd take over the who...
*Author's note: I had originally intended for chapter 7 to be the final chapter in the Drama Bomb arc, but it's grown so long I decided to break it up into two parts. As with all my stories, Sarkopheros has been a huge inspiration to me, as well as donating his time and considerable storytelling ability to help me polish and edit my work. If you enjoy this s...
A few of days later I was kneeling in the garden pottering about doing some weeding. It was a warm day and I wearing just my bikini bottoms, when I heard the familiar sound of Henry hailing me. I turned to see him standing in the driveway by the side of the house. I waved to him to come in and after standing up walked over to him not worrying about my naked...
Chapter Six -- Smells Like Poison May 1986 Mrs Frobisher turned out to be a rather attractive forty-something matron who exuded suppressed sexuality with her tight skirt and jacketed business suit, long legs, stiletto heels, red hair and milky-white skin. Detective Sergeant Archie Sanders fell in behind her breathing in her scent, his eyes locked on her Ru...
Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at you...