The screech of the trains brakes as it called at the station awoke Aydin from her fretful sleep. She blinked a few times and glanced out the window, wiping away the steam her warm body had created on the cool glass. She glanced at the sign at the station outside. Minsk, Belarus. She was a little over three quarters into her trip – from Berlin to Moscow. A dr...
The medic was the first who woke up that morning. The soldier was still sleeping, and he decided not to disturb him. No breakfast, as the day before. The food was too scarce. Maybe that guy could run away with the food. Maybe after having cut his throat... No, he was not that kind of man, able to kill someone who had saved his neck. And on the other hand, th...
Chapter 2 — MONDAY — Unexpected Developments It was surreal. Jack Palmer was sitting in the hotel's sumptuous breakfast room, listening to Roxie and Jade chat casually about the Fashion Show. It was as if last night's full-blown threesome had never taken place. Did every woman treat sex as offhandedly as these two? He couldn't get his head around it. The...
A Valentine's contest entry from me, not that I expect much from this piece, but contest entries get put up quicker than regular submissions. This one started after I had the good fortune to be behind a hottie in a pink bikini as we walked along the beach the other week. It wasn't intentional, she just happened to be on a walk from one end of the beach to th...
When they hit the road again, the morning after, the medic was praying for not to meet anyone. He was tired of shooting first and thinking later. It was the only way to do, in a war situation: just think how to shoot, who shoots and who reloads, and then shoot and nothing more. But he was sick and tired to shoot, that was all. Because it was not so nice to t...
The medic and the Russian had stopped for the night. Bearing in mind that he was a city boy, the Russian was not so squeamish, the medic though. If he had to walk, he walked, if he had to sleep, beneath the sky, on the dirt, he slept. Even the medic was a city man, but he had more experience about the life in that country. Especially about how much it took t...
Copyright 2017 NOTE - Since this story involves mob activities, there is violence and killing. If that bothers you, please do not read this story. ***** I am or at least was a federal law enforcement officer. I was a damned good one too, if I must say so. I am Michael Thomas, the son of a French father and a Russian mother, but born in the USA. I grew up...
This story is for PennLady, a supportive fan who has a crush on a certain Russian hockey player, who shall remain nameless... except that he's the star of the story! Just like my other "Ice" stories, I am not naming actual names. I'll also restate that I don't have any idea what these guys are like in real life and I'm merely a hockey FAN, not a know-it-all...
When Lucy had said she trusted Bucky she did not expect that would mean walking down the streets of Atlanta at eleven o'clock at night carrying all their stuff. Bucky had his backpack on his back and his rifle bag shrugged onto his right shoulder. Lucy carried her own stuff in her backpack suitcase. They had stored the sleeping bags and other camping gear in...
I am reposting my stories that were under a different profile name. They are mine. I changed the names a bit for personal reasons. ***** I sat next to him in the bar knowing exactly who he was. His name was George. He was not a good looking guy, large nose, rough complexion, stocky build but clearly quite rich. And, it was also clear that he had been aroun...