THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY --------------------------------------------- Amanda Shilling is a school teacher with a problem. A patrol of Confederate soldiers has to destroy a river boat full of Union gunpowder and Amanda's town is going to get blown up with it. Unless the women of Stony Creek can find a way of persuading the Rebs to do th...
Amanda Shilling is a school teacher with a problem. A patrol of Confederate soldiers has to destroy a river boat full of Union gunpowder and Amanda's town is going to get blown up with it. Unless the women of Stony Creek can find a way of persuading the Rebs to do their duty without flattening the settlement. So the ladies get together in the school house fo...
CHAPTER 1 The lithe and cutely breasted blonde, who fitted her jeans curvaceously, called loudly in a small bar in Central Otego in the South Island of New Zealand, "Where can a girl get some action around here?" She was ignored by the twenty or so men in the bar because she was 1)Female 2)American 3)Loud 4)And the guys were either married or in a relati...
No one saw the company commander as he quietly stepped into the rec tent where his Marines were unwinding from the heavy fighting that afternoon. As he looked around the room, he didn't see black, white, or brown. He only saw green and he'd gladly give his life for any one of them, and he knew they felt the same way about him. Officers were afforded a certa...
THE DANCE In early May, Grant High School held what was considered the second biggest social event of the year, The School Dance. Only the Senior Prom was a bigger event. All of the faculty would be in attendance. Spouses, significant others, girlfriends and boyfriends would be there. I went alone. Jen sat at he VIP table. Peter Brant and his wife had com...
Mindblind blinked his eyes open, squinting against the morning light streaming through the window, and tried to focus on his surroundings. Eventually, Raven congealed out of the haze, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" "Morning to you, too," he said as he sat up and groaned. He was star...
I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to do something and told Brad so. He understood and suggested that he and I fly to Poza Rica. Perhaps we could help, perhaps not ... but it was better than staying here. So, he and I met at the municipal airport the next morning and the same private plane that had whisked Rose away carried the two of us over the Gulf of...
"Going somewhere, Brandy?" Mae called from the counter as Brandon made his way towards the door. They had returned home the day before on a ten-day break till the release of the album. Once the album launched, there would be promotions, signings, and more interviews. He had not done much since he returned home, except sleep. His friends had dropped in to m...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Shelly modeled the alluring Batgirl costume for her husband Steve. "What do you think?" she asked in a lilting voice. Steve had to admit that his wife looked mighty fine indeed in the skin tight black spandex outfit with concealing cowl, long yellow gloves, and black boots. Beneath the red wig, you would never have guessed that Shelly was a natural brunett...