(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy for free entertainment. Indiana Jones and related characters are property of Lucasfilm Ltd. *Please DO NOT repost without permission*) * George McHale dropped onto the bed, the springs groaning beneath his considerable weight, and rocked from side to side. When the frame creaked and crunched, threatening to snap...
LOCATION: St. Petersburg, Russia ALIAS: Miranda Davenport, sex historian from New York City MISSION: Find and retrieve a stolen sex journal belonging to Catherine The Great and catch the thieves. For this mission, I traveled to St. Petersburg. When I arrived there, it was really cold. I came out of the plane, wearing a long black wool coat, a red peasant...
The girl held tight to anything could look like a handle inside the UAZ, and tried to answer in the shortest and harsher possible way to the attempt of conversation (if not of "advances") that the Tajik soldier who drove the car was addressed to her. He had nothing against the Tajiks or the Asian guys in general, but a Tajik philanderer is still a philandere...
Victoria was left to tidy up the damage whilst Lady Sally retired for a relaxing bath. The bishop, despite one or two burn marks from fragments of hot copper had, more or less, survived his ordeal at the hands of the steam-driven rubber phallus. After Lady Sally had bathed and changed, it was time for dinner. Despite cook's protestations, she managed to pr...
(Forgive the first chapter not really have any erotic touch to it, I promise that will come later. As for spelling errors and what not, promise to work those out later as well, so do not give me too much hell please. To the oh so evil and gentle one who gave His blessing for me to post this, hope you like what you see...you know who you are.) Priozersk, Rus...
*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...
He winced when the truck went over bumps and around curves, he pulled the blanket up to his chin when rain started dripping through tears in the canvas covering, and as sleep was impossible he tried to peek under the canvas and look at the passing countryside. They drove north, he thought, for about an hour, then they passed an air base and he saw troops rem...
The thing wrapped around his ankle. Every foot kick was slowed down. With mild panic, he yanked his foot until it slipped off and disappeared into the vastness of the water around him. All he could see from the netherworld beneath his neck was a blue-green surface. Tiles of blue-green were separated by white lines of foam, some simply ripples running through...
On the plane, we took to come back to Italy, there was another mixed couple like us: he was Italian, and she was from Moscow. They had the seats close to ours, just on the other side of the corridor. So we started to talk, and we became friends. They too had come to Moscow for the New Year, to visit the parents of hers. And they too lived in Tuscany, close t...
Young and exceptionally bright, Sheila Hurtz had joined MI7 when she was just 19. She'd been with the Service and without a public identity for nearly a decade when she was assigned to spy on the young Russian prime minister at the time, Fillyp Dombrovski. Often MI7 agents weren't given all the details of the reasoning behind their assignments, and such wa...