The Rocky Mountains were beautiful, and on this clear, crisp June morning in 1943 Thomas Sullivan thought he might have already died and was in heaven. It was a place he thought a lot about lately and figured he might get to visit real soon. Hopefully. He also feared some of his more recent actions might warrant taking the elevator down. Tom was a 21 year ol...
Note: No sex again this chapter, even though I meant to write a scene with Rainer and Lauren. sorry 'bout that. I should estimate that this story should take five to six more chapters, excluding any epilogues. I'll try to narrow that down, because I dislike writing a long drawn out battle. I'm hungry, anybody want some Tanta meat? The Lost Lord Ch. 23 "So....
All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old, and will always be so... ***** CHAPTER 1 Long ago in a galaxy not too far from ours there was a tiny planet by the name of Mount Monsa. It had a king by the name of King Mathias who ruled his planet with an iron fist; anyone who acted out was banished to the wondering lands or executed. Mathi...
Please understand that this is an unfinished work of Literature that I started writing about two months ago. All characters are fictional, any likeness is coincidental. Enjoy. Everything was as it had been for the last several decades. Other than the attacks on the World Trade and the Pentagon, as well as our war on terrorism. People were going to work and...
Who understands the things that shape us, that mold us into the strange sexual beings we eventually become? I'll be eighty-one this coming November, and I think I know why, for me, it always began with the panties. It wasn't the flash of white that I caught when a school chum of mine came down the slide, or even later, the sheer black lace that covered the b...
War Ch. 1: Opening Shots Heather Saffron had a firm rack, legs that could do no wrong (or perhaps all wrongs), and an ass that any man would kill to touch, grab, or smack. She had golden blonde hair tinged with black, giving her a look truly deserving of the description ‘dirty blonde’. She had blue eyes, cherry red lips, and a skin tone that wasn’t too dark...
I'm reminded of the fable of "The Grasshopper and the Ant," where the ant spends all summer and fall preparing for the harsh winter while the grasshopper plays. The grasshopper tells the ant he is silly for working so hard, that food is abundant and the weather's far too nice to be working. Of course, the ant warns the foolish grasshopper that winter is comi...
Hello, there. Jefferson Dean here. A big and tall young black man who became a Proto-Vampire and a worker for Thanatos, the God of Death shortly after I began my education at Northeastern University in the city of Boston. Yeah, that's my story in a nutshell. A lot has happened to me since then. For starters, I've discovered much about the world and about my...
It was about ten years since I last knew a world without shipgirls in it. They came in force in the back half of the first year of the War, and my association started with just after I'd been drafted. It had started with working details around the barracks, females in the units vouching for my character and discretion. Then I was called away to ordnance scho...
As told to Atkins **NOTE: I thought readers might me interested in this real-life story related to me by a friend. It's not as wild as some I've read but it's fascinating - and it's true ** * * * * * I'm a Major in the U.S. Army stationed at Ft. Benning, GA. I enjoy working down here because I'm also something of a history buff and I love going to the old...