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...
I never dreamed I'd be one of those people who have a sexual relationship with a co-worker. Mostly that's because I'm happily married and have been for more than twenty years. A second reason is I've always felt that having relationships at work is wrong. It isn't that I haven't given some of the females where I work some thought. I've spent some daydreaming...
Ric, slouched in the driver's seat of the old truck, eyelids drooping with fatigue, glanced over at his wife, Tori, who was curled up into a ball and snoring quietly in the passenger seat beside him. As tired as he was, he almost missed the faded wooden sign with the address he had been driving up and down Westbun Road looking for. Swearing to never leave...
Steven has just had one of those days from hell that all men seem to have once in a while. On his drive home, his mind keeps going over how his boss could not seem to get off his ass or how the meeting was such a disaster. Wishing that it would just all go away and that he could just forget this day ever existed, but knowing that once he get home, he will ha...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***** "A true soldier does not fight because he hates what is in front of him, but rather becau...
As we have stated in the past, we co-write many of our stories. We have a good time doing it and don't mind the negative comments. Some are helpful, but most are not. We want to thank all those who read our stories and comment in the positive. Especially, those who E-Mail us with there comments. They are always welcome and we will reply if an E-Mail address...
Terri, Wayne and Jenny, now feeling quite comfortable with each other, sat in Wayne's office, Terri and Wayne on the overstuffed couch, and Jenny in the comfortable recliner facing them.. All three were still breathing heavily, and all three were smiling broadly. Their eyes moved to gaze at each other, the smiles grew as they basked in the remembrance of wha...
Horsa struggled through the deep snow, sheets of ice stung as it rained down from the heavens like sparks from the smith's hammer. He leaned into the wind and continued moving. The effort put more of a soreness into his legs than when he had first learned to ride a horse as a child, how his legs hurt for days after those lessons. Horsa eventually stopped to...
The sun came up to the east of Lake Kironos spreading a brilliant sparkle across the water. With the warmth nurturing across his body Garrison Dhorne stirred. Forcing his sleepy eyes open to be pleasantly blinded by the light show. That and the boot heel of a certain redheaded Contractor nudging his rib cage, "Get the hell up you bum. This is private pro...
Note: Please read Island Prey Ch. 01 and 02 to get up to date. So far the women have taken to the game with open legs and with a whole day and a half to go will the men be able to keep up? All rights reserved. * Jack's eyes were weighted down with weariness when he felt fingers and then a warm tongue cover his limp tool. He tried to turn over to escape bu...