Introduction, this being the 2nd part, of a 4 part fictional story, told from a women's perspective. Strong language, violence, and a tendency to push racial triggers. No underage shenanigans, in this story. It's about hot moms, getting their rocks off by frat daddies. This is a dyslexic collaboration. Part 2. Sex fantasies, reality, and the transformat...
This one is a little personal; my father in law was a Japanese-American GI in WW2 and there are a lot of echoes of my family in Doc M's family. The Battle of the Lost Brigade happened in October 1944. Like the Light Brigade at Balaclava, the 442d was ordered by incompetent generals to do a militarily impossible task and did it on sheer courage, at great los...
"How're we looking, Grubs?" "We're fine on consumable fuel, skipper. New equipment masses more than the empty hold did but we more than make up for it with no full hold on the return trip. We could burn at 5G for a year." "All right. I'm sending Faith down to you, she's done all the orbital math she can until we're close enough for scanners to pick up some...
This is a continuation of Chapter 2. Please read Chapter 1 and 2 before you go through this. * Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to he...
After the adventures in New Orleans, our intrepid couple reverses direction and heads to Orlando, Florida. OK, not exactly on the Gulf Coast but how can you go to Florida and not visit Disney World and Universal Studios. After all, Jim and Shelley are kids at heart, but always manage to have some adult fun along the way. And once again they meet some interes...
All characters are adults. Reminder. This tale is noire, and noire is neither kind nor gentle nor uplifting. It's supposed to stun and sting and offend. ***** I got sick as shit one night so they tied my sixty-five year old ass up in a straight jacket and hockey mask, like I was Hannibal fucking Lector, and led me off to the infirmary with an armed escort...
Carmen stared at the pile of papers on her desk and grimaced as if experiencing a sour organism. She was looking at three grueling hours, maybe four, and chucking pain for pleasure, she fled her confining office. On her way home, she thought about stopping at the adult video store and checking out the new releases. But her highly critical nature told her tha...
It was the middle of July 2008; the monsoon rains were lashing the city as they were most of the country, coming in heavy cascading showers through the days and nights. When the rain stopped, as it did every now and then, the skies were laden with dark black clouds impregnated with water just waiting to be released. If, as on occasion, the sun managed to pie...
Thanks again to my editor sdbnnc for all her help with this story. Hope you all enjoy it. The army had provided a jeep for the trip across the Pennines. Odin, his bodyguards, Bran and Gelert, and the witch Carla had all travelled by paw or hoof over the mountains in a few hours, but then they hadn't had any luggage other than Carla's bag. It turned out th...
As a preface... Let us hope all the remaining parts will be uploaded in an expeditious manner. Without the usual peregrinations be assured I have violated none of the regulations associated with this, my favorite website. Try to enjoy the story. I relish the comments. Alas voting, I know I'll get panned. And so, here we go... Deal with Jessie, Part Four...