Note: I am not, nor have I ever been a sailor, whether Navy or Merchant Marine. If I have made any technical errors regarding these ships, it is a result of my imagination, and everything here is a work of fiction. In some cases, names have been changed to protect the guilty. Chas * It was after midnight when I pulled up slowly at the end of my driveway. W...
During their eon's long journeys our solar system's planets and moons are bound by the simple laws of gravity and their paths are subject to the very precise formulas of orbital mechanics. A small light body is drawn to a larger more massive object and it gains speed. As the smaller mass is drawn toward the inevitable collision it's speed works to fling it i...
After I wrote this, I seemed to just keep rambling on lol, I realized there was not sex or erotica in the first chapter and for that I am sorry but the 2nd and future chapters will be lots of sex so I ask that you muddle through this one until you get to the good parts lol. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic fiction story so please be kind in re...
All participants are aged eighteen or over. ***** I was born and raised in a tiny village in Norfolk, England. At the age of eight I was taken by my parents to New Zealand, to make a better life for ourselves they said. We did have a good life, and when my father passed away when I was twenty four and my mother decided to return to England I stayed. Over...
That's what she said, "It was just a fling!" I had caught her with another man. She had given her body to him, shared his passion, satiated his desires, but it meant nothing. I was supposed to understand, to forgive her, to take her back. After all, it was just a fling. She wasn't dismissive when she said it. She was desperate. I had to understand that it d...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
It had been a long, hot day – first a 60 kilometer bike ride through variously developed – or variously dying - bits of Berlin, complete with small, well-done on-site lectures by the three German women grad-student guides. Then, afterwards, a semi-obligatory trip to a local night-club – complete with ten-foot visibility due to cigarette smoke. Ugh! And aft...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
Pete Hascomb sat in the waiting room of the Huntington memorial hospital in South Pasadena California. He looked down at his hands, tracing the soft contours of his thin fingers and small knuckles. Every day now, his muscles seemed to shrink. The toes of his left foot had slowly knotted into fragile pink nubs since he became bound to a wheelchair. His fat...
[This story of how I proceeded in a short-term program to improve my toilet habits and behavior contains frank discussion of bodily functions. If you find this offensive, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Although I am mostly dominant, I do have a submissive part of me that occasionally craves to be taken in hand by a young, severe, attra...