A word of explanation: The Tug stories are special to me because they let me indulge my interest in history. A few of you share my hobby and I always want to entertain. I just posted my Legends Day piece, and I usually don't post so close together. But, I've been working on this piece for some time (for another purpose) and it's finished. So, I thought I'd...
So, on this particular Tuesday morning in April, toward the end of third period to be exact, I was kneeling astride a phys ed teacher and football coach, Lance Lightsaber (better known as "Jumbo"), who was flat on his back behind a pile of Monday's dirty laundry in the back corner of the War Memorial High School weight training room. And I was about to do wh...
New PE teacher and his wife seduced by well-hung student I made it! I made it across that stage wearing the Cap & Gown! Plowed through the long years of college and graduated! Yes! High-five! Thanks to Uncle Sam and the GI Bill, I had a diploma! Eleanor and I were in the Army in tough times, and when I hit 20 years in 1965, we decided to retire. As a drill...
If thus thou speakest, thou wilt have hatred from me, and will justly be subject to the lasting hatred of the dead. But leave me, and the folly that is mine alone, to suffer this dread thing; for I shall not suffer aught so dreadful as an ignoble death. Sophocles | Antigone +++++ October He was tired. He had been all week, but there was nothing new about...
Author's notes; the sex in this Romance may be minimal for some and it's a long first Chapter as I'm establishing a brief history of Mary and Aaron and how they met. Some might not like it and lose interest it for its lack of vicarious luridness. ***** Her name is Mary...Mary Susan Brown to be exact. Mary is a good and charitable woman. She was born and g...
Brash the Dragon hit the ground face first, skidded three meters, and came to a stop with his feet curled up against his shoulder blades. He lay there, groaning for a few seconds, then rolled around until he was merely on his face. "Ouchatronic..." he muttered. Then he sat up and gasped. The world had shifted. His perspective had changed. For most...
Author's note: This story is fictitious and is a product of the writer's imagination. The characters and situations are strictly for the reader's enjoyment and bare no resemblance to actual events or facts. * Twinges of fear crawl around behind Rikki Lovette's breasts. She nervously drums her fingers on the rented Fiat's steering wheel. Out the side window...
I stepped outside and did what I thought I wouldn't do again; I called Finn. "Marly," he purred into the phone with the warmth of a hungry tiger to a mouse. "Finn. It's business. Nothing personal." "Our mutual business is always personal. But as long as you have an open case I'm involved with, you're not going to let it get personal. That's the only reas...
This is a little tale that came to me one day when I least expected it. I was watching a detective show and I wondered what it would be like to put my words into that context. This isn't a true Consequences story but it could well be. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you don't, just ignore it. Edited by Lady Cibelle with her...
"Let's fuck," Steve said lazily, slipping his hand over her far breast, fingering its nipple. They lay in the darkness. The creek to their left looked a black path through the thick cattails and purple loosestrife, both colorless in the moonlight. To their right lay darkness. In the day, there'd be a slice of blue where the bridge divided and then a rectang...