No one ever trekked up the hill to the bombed out ruins of the old armory building. A hundred years ago it had been converted to an art and military museum. It became the brick and ivy covered pride of this suburb. When the war started, it was an easy target for conventional bombs and artillery. It had been hit and scavenged so often there was nothing of use...
Well you can blame Gatorhermit and Magooo for the inspiration to do this story. Their comments caused me to look into the possibility of telling the story of the Hispanic Redneck family in "Don't ask" in more detail. I tried to make sure that no rednecks or bigots were hurt in the telling of this story. Well I didn't worry so much about the bigots. Reminds...
Elliot coughed. Sand clogged his throat. He coughed again as he struggled to open his eyes. His skin burned, and his body ached. Several hundred yards away, a burning wreck billowed smoke into the blue sky. All around him, the desert stretched on into hazy nothingness. He started to take account of himself. He had managed to bail out of the plane before it d...
This is part 3 of a 3 part story and is not meant as a stand-alone tale. ~~~~~~~~~ Guthredd Sleeve-heart's tale (or the Circle of Hearts): Part 3 Across the dark sea and over mainland and islet traveled the tale of Guthredd Sleeve-heart's death and so hope was lost amongst the outlaw-kin. And it was at this time that Ketil ascended the throne, for his fa...
The next morning I took my first tour of the new plant. An interpreter was assigned to me. Carmen was a very nice looking and very intelligent individual. I immediately trusted her to interpret both what was explained to me and my questions back. I also made a mental note to engage her to teach me Spanish and the local dialect so I wouldn't always have to re...
This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only Thursday morning I was at my desk at six. With a new purpose, I got all the mundane daily stuff out of the way. When my assistant got to her desk there was a cup of coffee, and a rose, with thanks written on the card. I went around and talked to the key people that would help me get this done by Friday. I a...
This story follows directly after Jacqui's Wedding, Chapter 2. Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for editing assistance. ***** Monday after I got home from work, Michelle and I had fun going through her escort service e-mails. If they had the words 'fuck', 'cock', or anything comparably crude in the subject line we deleted them. Michelle loves romance. S...
Have you ever seen a woman so beautiful, that the mere sight of her brought to mind visions of angels with soft long flowing hair, and an aura of sheer softness? Well that is what I felt whenever I saw my next-door neighbor. She was a simple enough looking woman to most, but to me, she seemed a vision that most men didn’t deserve to cast their eyes upon her...
Author's note: Please do not think that this scene was out of my limit range. I am able and more than willing to do an intense scene, especially involving ranges of pain which would squick someone else. I am a self professed pain-slut. I do not recommend trying to do something similar to this unless you have played heavily with your Dom/Domme/Master in the p...
Dad's new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn't really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week's summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the...