*Author's note: I've been asked many times where the name komrad1156 comes from and I've at least partially explained it each time I've been asked. I speak Russian fluently and my dad was born in November of 1956 and there you have it. My mother is Ukrainian. She emigrated from the Soviet Union in the 1970s during one of the large waves of Jews seeking to e...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Here we go! Chapter one of the sequel to "A Genius in King Arthur's Court" is here at last! For those of you who have not read this aforementioned story, I highly recommend you do so. Otherwise, you'll likely be completely lost. Also of note, the sexual content for this story will likely be about on par with the previous story. It's there when appropriate, b...
At precisely 6 AM my eyes snapped open, fueled by my inner psychic alarm clock to wake at the time that I had been instructed. After blinking rapidly several times to drive away any last vestiges of sleep I quickly rolled off the thin mattress on the floor of the small bare bones room in which I slept and stood up before that first minute had passed. It woul...
Life was good. Joe had to admit to himself that a small part of the reason he chose the private investigation business as a career was the chance to tail cheating wives and peep in on them. However, the downside of tailing wives was that about two thirds of them were not really worth watching. Guess they can't all be models, now can they? His final assignmen...
"I'm sending you to Phoenix, Arizona," my boss announced. At first, I didn't think he could possibly be talking to me. "Sir?" "You heard me. There's a conference in Phoenix, and I want you to attend it... It's training to become management." I still didn't think I was hearing him right. "Sir?" He sighed deeply, as if he didn't want to admit this out...
The story might seem slow to build up, but hopefully the reader will be satisfied by the end. Please note that it shifts back and forward between times. ***** It's a windy day in June, 1956. The clouds chase across the sky as a woman walks among the rows of crosses in the American war cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy. Next to her is a boy, about el...
It had been a long time since we had gotten away on a trip – just the two of us without the kids. We had been struggling with what to do – something that wouldn't cost too much and something that wouldn't keep us away too long. It just so happened that I had a trade show scheduled in Las Vegas and it seemed logical that we take advantage of that – since th...
Chapter 4 Meeting Brian's friends and his family. Ginny Driver Stapleton was not your typical widow. She didn't have any gray hair, her skin was wrinkle-free, and she didn't pal around with other widows. Once she stopped wearing the silver band signifying that she had been married, she looked like any other single girl, carefree and happy. She didn't try...