WESTRONS APPENDICES This is NOT a continuation of the story. Instead, because of the volume of feedback I've received, I decided to add some explanations, and reveal some of the influences which shaped the story. Also, with the permission of the readers, I'd like to share some of the feedback I got. It's organized like this: 1- Influences / inspiration 2...
The rain was beating down on the roof like bullets. It sounded like any moment they would break through the meager tin roof and kill the meager humans huddled protectively inside. There was a car parked less than fifty feet away but the curtain of rain hid the vehicle sight even when flashlights were used. Even if the vehicle had been close enough to see the...
The old house looked the same, a welcome monument to permanence after all the changes that had occurred during my year in Vietnam. I paid the cab driver, shouldered my barracks bag and walked up the driveway to the back door. The garage stood empty, which went along with my phone calls from the airport going unanswered. Who would have been home anyway. Mom a...
In those early days, I had you, the whole kit and caboodle of you. Now, I have nothing but memories of our short fused life, a life shattered too soon. In my youth, I expected a future filled with you and you and you, found much to my chagrin it was not destined to be. Since then, I have loved just as well I hope and pray, but never with the longing, the pas...
I graduated from high school in Greenville, Mississippi when Vietnam was in full swing. I was no college boy, we weren't rich, and we didn't know any politicians so I was going to be drafted. Rather than be a draftee Army grunt slogging through the Mekong Delta, I enlisted for four years in the Air Force. They trained me to be a metal machinist repairing ai...
Let me introduce myself. My American name is "Kathy" in Vietnam "Thi" and now it is "ass gook or AG" as they call me. I first must thank Master Patrick for helping me write this. You can read how I met him with in the stories of "New Vietnamese Neighbors" I came to the states in 2010 with my then husband and young daughter. Even though I moved to America at...
A Work of Fiction *** The fictional folk in this fictional tale are all at least eighteen fictional years of age, especially the ones from the fictional hamlet of Jalapeno, Texas. *** Sky I loved every single thing about going down on, and eating Sky. Having her lovely toned muscular legs on my shoulders keeping my thirty-nine-year-old ears warm on...
The following story was inspired by a comment I saw on a music video. The story is set in the 1960s and I did my best to remain true to the slang and the technology of the time, even looked up the wages for the time, but I'm sure the history wonks may find an error here or there. That's okay, it's just a story. As always, constructive comments are welcome...
There's no graphic sex here, folks. Just a little romance tale set in the late fall of 1968. Those of a certain age will remember. Those too young might learn a little slice of history. It was love at first sight. What a body! What a chassis! Sleek, beautiful and built for speed. She was just what he'd been looking for, had obsessed over since his junior y...
Suzanne passed out completely nude in the front seat of Rob's car after she sucked his cock. Rob reached over, grabbed another beer, chugged it, and passed out himself. He had a fitful sleep and the nightmares of Vietnam returned. The next thing he remembers, people are beating on the top of his car, lights are in his eyes, and they are yelling, "get up man...