The sole purpose of this essay is to tell anyone that is interested something about the country I love and why I love it. Thanks to Chloe for prompting this opportunity as part of her 'In a Sunburnt Country' story event. My thanks to CTC once again for the ideas and edit. ++++++ First an admission; I wasn't born in the greatest country on earth, the l...
This story is inspired by an old joke that exists in many forms. If I did my job right, you will recognize the joke. If not, well, I'm sorry. *** *** *** I know what you're thinking. It isn't that hell. I live in Hell, Michigan, a small town Northwest of Ann Arbor. Look it up. I'm an electrical engineer and I work at the university. The physics faculty dre...
Just about two hours later, the canoe entered the mouth of a small river and again they were paddling upstream. Since the current was not that strong, they were able to make good progress in the general southwesterly direction. It didn't bother Vincent too much even if they were deviating from the exact south because it was much more important that they get...
"He who can prevail in chaos is regarded as a God. A god of war." War is a grim affair, I can tell you that. There is however, after some considerable time spent in the midst of all the gore and sweat and shit flying around, a point of numbness. A point when all the details fade away, and one strives to simply finish the task set before them as quickly as p...
Foreword from the author: in case you didn't get it from the tag in the name this is a story written to be read in game mode, given the way it is written reading it without game mode active has no interest as I didn't add a Canon path to be followed and a lot of text and options will be missing. Fools, everyone of them! What right do they have to expell me...
For countless generations, an invisible barrier had prevented all those without Talent from approaching the fortress upon the mountainside. The word "fortress" was applicable only to the physical building itself, for it was not a seat of power, nor was it a glorified barracks for an army. Instead, the fortress and the entire mountaintop was the only known...
I posed naked on the bed. Having forgotten to refresh my music, I listened to the same old shitty dance tunes through the laptop speakers. Despite the music grating on my ears, I smiled and hummed along with the bland lyrics. Legs spread, I rested my head in my hand while doing my best to appear interested. Pouting like the whore I was, I’d part my pussy lip...
This morning (Friday) was a gorgeous day, one of the classic Australian East Coast summer days. About 20C, no wind and not a cloud in the sky. After doing some work I decided to head up to Birdie Beach (nude beach about half an hour north of my place). I'd touch up my speedo tan and do some paperwork. When I go up to Birdie Beach I usually park in the norma...
John Norman created the world of Gor in the late 1960's and early 1970's in a series of 25 books. These books were written on a level for adults to be able to understand the philosophy he was trying to convey. Many people became infatuated with the philosophy and began to develop and insert many of the Gorean ways and beliefs into their daily lives. These ar...
I was working the 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift when it happened. My medic partner and I had just returned from a bullshit call where someone in the projects "fell out" then decided they didn't want transported, so we rolled an ALS unit for nothing. We settled in the recliners in the crew lounge to watch "South Park" figuring we'd likely get to see the entire episo...