SWTOR: A Smuggler, Not A Patriot: Prologue: Green Skinned Soldier Babe Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. The Officer's Club had obviously been a high end lounge before the war. Now commandeered by the Republic Military, Sulmad was only very minorly more comfortable than he would have...
As I reflect on the events of last month, I am overtaken with the immense depth of God's love for His children: On June 3, my mother calls me, her only son, and tells me that the doctors found a very large malignancy against the brain stem of my fathers brain, poised to take his life with the slightest event. Mom said that they were doing surgery the follow...
Staring out over the wastes, Val wondered what had possessed him. Sand, dust, and more sand, that's what awaited him. He'd never been this far from the oasis, and knew that any water was days away...unless he turned back. Others had done so. It would only be a year till he had the chance to go again. Only a year. A year of sideways glances, and whispered jok...
Preface: This story is based on a quite real event, related to the author by one of the participants. The names are fictional, however. It is story with erotic elements, but also one of romance and compassion. Paul McCullom sat in the examining room, nervously awaiting the arrival of his physician. Paul, at sixty one, knew he had a prostate problem, bu...
Josi ran back to the tent, thankful that it was tucked next to the cliff overhang and was in the shade. She could hear the cries of pain from Britney and Bethany before she got there. When she opened the tent screen, she saw that Willow and Cheyenne were tending to them, keeping their foreheads damp and trying to keep them cool. "The guides went for help, an...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Where did I go? I want to thank everyone that has contacted me and asked when the next story would be out or where I went. I made some inferences to health problems in the last chapter, so I better explain. In April (2015) I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. The first week of June I had a prostatectomy. I had told my doctor that I thought I was a little...
In the last episode Rocky and Bullwinkle, along with their temporary ally Natasha Fatale, were frantically searching for a young lady who had wandered away from their group. The young lady was none other than that villainous spy, Boris Badenov who had been transformed by an errant shot of exotic radiation developed by Pottsylvanian scientists. This occurred...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 2 Fore, Senior Officers' Quarters, Stardate 50320.6: Commander T'Varik knelt on the meditation mat in the centre of her quarters, focusing on the single candle in the stand before her, its steady illumination failing to assist her in achieving the desired level of serenity. No. No, it was only logical to accept that, at this stage, the...