As Twiligh Tide Draws Nigh
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Josef awoke, and soon realized that it was early and that today he was on duty. Already bright sunlight was streaming in through his window. He loved this time of day, so fresh, so full of opportunity and promise. As he lay there he caught the faint smell of lavender coming from somewhere.
“Was it aftershave?” he wondered. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a gift from a sweetheart of from his family. It was possible, although such a gift would be very difficult to come by these days.
Ah lavender! His mind wandered back to his mother’s garden. Fragrant and welcoming, it had always been an oasis of calm. He remembered his mother’s outdoor dinner parties in summer and the delicious laughter of the girls, their neighbor’s daughters as they frolicked with him through the summer blooms. Oh, how they played hide-and-seek amongst the trees – the oaks, the olive, the birch and the laurel. He smiled as he thought of the laurel, for it was behind that noble, sweetly scented tree that he had tasted his first kiss and tentatively found the objects comprising that central and unfathomable mystery of the universe – woman.
Time and tide wait for no man, someone once said. They were right. Add to those two fixtures, the uncertainty of weather, along with a rugged cliffside and you had a set of circumstances for the magic that was to overtake two lives, not yet aware of each other. Each was affected by the surging of their own blood, the anger in their hearts, and the urge for some incomprehensible dream. How could they know what fate had decreed for them?Brad Machin had a cosy flat not far from the beach and often...
Love StoriesTime and tide wait for no man, someone once said. They were right. Add to those two fixtures, the uncertainty of weather, along with a rugged cliffside and you had a set of circumstances for the magic that was to overtake two lives, not yet aware of each other. Each was affected by the surging of their own blood, the anger in their hearts, and the urge for some incomprehensible dream. How could they know what fate had decreed for them?Brad Machin had a cosy flat not far from the beach and often...
Love Stories"There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man.... It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity... It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears, and the summit of his knowledge... This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone. A dapper middle-aged man in a black suit with a familiar voice is smoking a cigarette on a silent...
Author's Note: The characters of this story are based on the hit vampire novel/movie series Twilight. This novel was written by Stephanie Meyers and has a strong fan base (mostly females and even some males). I am a fan of any vampire literature of any concept, regardless if it is a love story or a normal horror story or even social arte farte or sci fi. As for why I wrote this story was because I liked some of the characters in it. Not Edward and Bella, but other characters. The story...
The wonderful thing about wearing sunglasses is that people can’t tell when you’re watching them. Especially if, to all outward appearances, you seem to be doing something quite different. Like reading a book. I adjusted the rolled-up sweater behind my neck and settled back down, my head supported by a beautifully-rounded, conveniently-located rock. The sun on my almost naked body was fierce, the soft sand beneath my burrowing toes warm. When I’d found this spot an hour ago, it’d felt pretty...
Debbie and I were both 18 now, which meant that even though we were not old enough to drink in Pennsylvania where the drinking age was still 21, we could trek out on occasion to Staten Island or even Manhattan and enjoy the vast array of clubs. You could say we were both really enjoying our newfound freedom and mobility. The other thing we liked to do in the summer, was to head out to the New Jersey shore. There was a small, relatively secluded section near Sandy Hook that we felt we had...
The summer of 1966 rolled around like any other year in sleepy, small town Pennsylvania. While most of the town’s residents may not have even noticed, things were actually going pretty good for me. I had graduated high school, I still had my job in my friend’s father’s shop doing basic machine shop work, I still had my ’61 Impala SS and most importantly, I was still going out with Debbie. Debbie and I were both 18 now, which meant that even though we were not old enough to drink in...
Exhibitionism{[email protected] a = 100001}The story contains heavy use of Choya's Conditional Variables; you need to press Start Game for the story to work.{endif} IMPORTANT: If you have time after reading or have read the story previously please take the time to contribute at https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/twilight-eden.2229/ If you enjoy a chapter, please give it a like, it helps me work harder on the story. It also lets me know that someone is enjoying my story; as that was the goal and the main reason...
Foreward I started writing ‘Jason’s Tale’ (1) in 2015 or -16, soon after I ran across the “Damsels in Distress” (2) shared story-universe. The originator of the series, Lazlo Zalezac, says the planet Chaos has no moon. Several authors have followed that. Several other authors say, yes it does, but they are all heretics who should be stoned in the village square. While ‘Jason’ was getting proofread, Old Man With a Pen published a story ‘Stuck on Chaos’ that mentions two moons! Who cares? Well,...
Stepping quietly into the cool green of Sutro Park, I could hear the soft faint melodic sounds of a guitar. Two things I've loved forever and have never been able to pass up—a woman's laugh and the sound of a guitar. Both are melodious! Both are exquisite! As I approached, I could see two middle aged women sitting on one of the green park benches. Both appeared to be enthralled as they listened to a young itinerant Musician playing the music of Brazil. I too, stopped and stood still for a...
The sailors and fishermen weren’t the type of men to man a wall, but they should be fine as artillerymen. They were familiar with ropes and mechanisms, and they certainly knew the machines they had built. As each machine was completed we assigned a regular crew to it and they started practicing. The first catapult had some issues. We could fix some of them, but we were going to have to live with the rest of them. We didn’t know how long we had to prepare, so having one engine that worked...
TWILIGHT EMBRACE Diane stepped into the lab and marvelled as the light of the Portal filledher vision. It dominated the room, two feet above the floor in the center ofthe room and showing the bright light of an outdoors afternoon, though therewas something wrong about the view to her eyes. Even knowing that the Portalwas a window to another world, the actual sight of it caught her breath. She stepped towards it, the alien sunlight falling on her face. In the cornerof her vision, she caught a...
Night Skies Hotel: The Unrelenting Tide By XXXecil Historian's note: This story is set in 1400 CE, 200 years after the fall of Gaia, the Sisterhood's primeline, to the Patriarchy. It is a dark time for the Sisterhood's remnant, less than 10 years after the end of the failed Second Campaign to halt and reverse the Patriarchy's expansion throughout the known timelines. Most of the remnant's allies have been destroyed, and other civilizations - fearful of the Patriarchy's seemingly...
An Explanation; This is a bridge between the concluding story in the Nylon Stalker series, and an earlier story yet to be published. But as odd as it seems, fans of the two previous submissions should be able to follow along quite easily, though some references will require a leap of faith. Hopefully, sooner than later, I'll have a wrap(ping )on the the third tale, which will bring clarity to certain items. Thanks for your trust. KOLCHAK: THE NYLON STALKER. ...
Swimming with the Tide by DKB We were lying down together and kissing. I moved my hand over her skirt, from her waist to her bum, and I put my other hand in her blouse and touched her bra. She seemed really cool about it and I was so excited I could hardly believe it was really, finally, going to happen. She was my first girlfriend. She was the most beautiful girl I knew and I was as near to her body as I was to my own. I felt myself tense up and a strange sort of buzzing...
The cycles continued. On the day that our vision was restored, the most destructive girl I knew was creating the most delicious sounds in my ear, sensual kisses and playful bites. “Good morning, my love...” I opened my eyes all at once, because a faint orange glow was evident through my eyelids. It took me a while to recognize what was happening. Perhaps my retinas had gone into hibernation ... Or maybe I was still tired from the extended harvesting outing the previous evening. It seemed...
Humorous, sexy, depraved, and tongue in cheek philosophy. I Hope Entertaining! Is the secret of happiness, audible, visual, sensual, cerebral? Or purely an emotional state? The Tide Rises: Chapter TWO “War Between Worlds” ( Inside my head ) “I will make it worth your while to listen, an offer you can’t refuse!” I’ll throw in some sex pots, my succubi daughters, Aphrodite and Venus!” Lou smugly declares. Now THAT sounds like a real hell of a father speaking. “Accept the deal, my nasty...
Humorous Parody, Sexy?, Depraved, and Tongue in Cheek. I Hope Entertaining! Conclusion. Closing this part of the story. A sequel, High Tide, takes the story in a new direction. C’ya later! Bye for now! Hasta la vista, Baby! Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment. Please? Please? Yob ????
So my friends brother was drunk and acting up one night and he asked me to take his brother home with me so his k**s wouldn't be around that . I said sure my gf at the time was like idk but if we do we'll take care of him. Well time came to leave we went home took him with us made food drank some more beers. He was older than us not crazy older but like 8 10 year's older. He kept touching watching my girlfriend's butt and boobs. Telling her she looked great she was hot she was attractive she...
The heat had been stifling all day, making it far too hot to work outside. I had spent the day inside doing laundry, cleaning and watching a movie. As evening approached, it became shady and cool in the back yard.I grabbed a few beers and my phone as I stepped out into the hot, humid air and onto the patio. The stones were hot on my feet so I quickly took a seat in the closest chair under the shade of the fruit trees next to the fence. The slight breeze felt good on my bare skin as I relaxed in...
ExhibitionismShe lay in the dark, eyes closed, the street lights casting an amber glow across her through the blinds. She could hear his breathing slow as he rolled towards her to run his hand across her cheek. She held her breath and listened to the rain pounding on the window and tin roof. He let his hand slide slowly and firmly down her chest, caressing her as he gently touched his lips to hers. She could feel his heart beat faster as he teased her nipple through the thin silken fabric, before letting...
Straight SexIt was 2 a.m. and I’d been cooped up in my hotel room for over six hours, squinting at my laptop screen, tapping on my keyboard, and struggling with my lecture notes. There was a dull ache behind my left eye, a sure sign that a full-blown migraine was on the way. The sensible thing to do would be to take a couple of aspirins, climb into bed, and turn off the lights, but that wouldn’t get my notes finished.I compromised. I took the aspirins and soaked a couple of face cloths in the bathroom...
It had been almost three weeks since Ellen watched me through the gap in the fence. Each time I went out into the yard I looked to see if she was out there, hoping she might be waiting for another show. The memory of her watching me jerk off was stuck in my head, replaying time and again.Her blue eyes wide and bright, her gaze so focused on my cock as I stroked it. The intensity of the orgasm when my cock exploded and shot the huge load across my torso. The quiver she gave as she reached climax...
VoyeurI pressed the doorbell and waited. The sound of the chime echoed through the door followed by the tapping of footsteps approaching. The door opened and I was greeted with a sharp gasp."Hi, Ellen," I said with a smile."Uh... hi," she replied quietly as she looked over her shoulder towards the back of the house and then at me."What are you doing here?" she asked nervously in a hushed voice."Is Brian around?" I asked loudly as I gave her a wink.I heard a chair move in the other room followed by...
VoyeurI smiled to myself as I looked out the window of the spare bedroom on the second floor of our house. Through it, I could clearly see into Ellen and Brian's kitchen and dining area. The open design of the room put the kitchen table in the middle of the large window and in full view from my perch above.Ellen had texted me an hour after our last encounter at the fence as I had requested."I was reluctant to text you... but here I am. I don't believe I'm doing this.."I waited as >>> displayed on my...
VoyeurFor two weeks, Ellen had texted me as I requested.I just sucked him off in the shower.I let him fuck me on the couch with the front drapes open.We fucked in the kitchen again - did you see us?I fingered myself in the car today when I went shopping - LOL. I feel so dirty, so naughty.Each time, I had replied in an excited and supportive manner, reinforcing her new behaviour with praise and reminders of what was to come. I would prod her for details and each time she became more descriptive and...
VoyeurEllen was quiet on the drive home from the park. She was slumped in the seat with her head back and her eyes closed as I pulled the car into the driveway and stopped."That was so exciting," she said as she sat up and reached for the door handle. "I don't believe it really happened.. that I really did that.""You loved it," I stated. "So did I.""Yeah, I did," she admitted. "I feel so sexy... so slutty. I've never felt like that before.""It turns you on," I said as I reached over and stroked her...
VoyeurThe morning was devoid of sunshine when I awoke. Heavy rain and cloud darkened the day and interrupted the plans I had laid out in my mind the night before. I poured a large mug of steaming black coffee, took a seat at the kitchen table and stared out the garden doors as the raindrops spattered the glass."You look deep in thought," Bonnie teased. "Something on your mind?""Good morning, beautiful," I replied. "Just thinking."She poured herself a mug and came over to the table, kissing me on the...
VoyeurIt had been three weeks since Ellen and I watched Brian and Bonnie through the window. Brian had loved his encounter with Bonnie and felt renewed as a result of the past few weeks. He was prepared to go along with whatever came in the future.Ellen had been texting me, telling me of their sexual romps and discussions on their new lifestyle as I had asked her to. She appeared to be willing to do whatever I asked of her, even phoning me while Brian fucked her."Yes, he's fucking me right now," she...
VoyeurWhen Bonnie called before dinner, I told her about the fun with Ellen on the deck, the visit from Gary, and his interest in getting involved. She was excited to hear about it and asked what Jen had said."I haven't talked to her yet, but obviously he has no idea about her visits to our place." Jen and Bonnie had hooked up one night after an evening of wine and girl talk. This had led to a few encounters between them before Bonnie had included me in the mix."I'll talk to her," Bonnie advised....
SwingersDear Reader We are nearly half way done, and no real villain on the horizon yet? My concept of how to tell tales, falls in two categories. The immersible kind, where you identify with the protagonist, become obsessed, oblivious to everything but the story. And the narrative. Not necessarily narrative in style, but in effect. In a narrative, neither writer nor reader is forgetful, it’s only telling a story, a one sided conversation. Allows ad-libs to the audience. Like this note. This is...
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Permission is granted to post to the TG-fiction list, archive, and Fictionmania site and to the atEROS site. Personal copies for non-commercial use permitted. Anyone else who wants to archive this on a free access website or ftp site, just send me an email telling me that you did so and the url or ftp address. Anyone who wants to archive this on a for-pay site, don't. Member Net Authors and Creators Union - NACU. Authors and creators welcome, email [email protected] for more...
Not that it could remember against who off hand. Waking up after being shot by your whole crew. Stabbed and hung afterwards tended to erase quite a few memories. However those memories were stuck in his undead, rotting brain. Every single one of his crew members. Even those he rose to infamy. And those who would've captained their own ships one day. One by one the memories slowly came to him. He couldn't even remember how to move at first. He just remembered seeing a a group of people...
The Indian Ocean, 27°25’26.14′ S 71°27’17.34′ E ETA in four minutes, ma’am!’ Captain Dimmek shouts over the roar of the engine. Sam nods her head in acknowledgement. She is a little nervous at having to parachute out of the plane and potentially into the ocean. She was given the basics on how to parachute, given there wasn’t much time to learn much more than a crash course offered. Sam had parachuted once when she was a child. Her father had jumped from an airplane once in his life and...
Thunder… Waiting for a flash, for another confirmatory rumble, I lay perfectly still, holding my breath, my eyes wide open. I’d hated storms since I was a kid. Though my terror had abated over the years, the wisdom of maturity kicking in, I could never quite forget the trauma of being told at five years old that a friend of my father’s had been struck by lightning whilst playing golf. He’d died instantly. Ever since, I’d had an irrational fear that lightning could get me anywhere. And even...
His lips were gentle and warm, brushing oh-so-slowly over mine, every movement unhurried and sweet, not at all what I’d expected. But eventually, it sank into my addled mind he was biding his time, waiting for me to make the next move. Waiting for me to trust him, to accept that although he was kissing me, I was the one in charge of how far this went. I began to kiss him back, the roar of the sea seeming to fade as I explored those soft, slightly salty lips, longing to taste him fully, to...
‘My name’s Luke Foster,’ he said without smiling, holding my gaze across Daniel’s shoulder for one more second before turning abruptly to my sister. ‘I’m one of the consultant cardiothoracic surgeons here and I performed Gillian Ashmore’s surgery. And you are…?’ ‘I’m her daughter, Sarah. And this is Graham, my husband–and that’s Rebecca, my sister. With her–with–erm–‘ But even as she struggled to find the right descriptive noun, Daniel let go of me, pushing me aside as he turned. ‘You?’ he...
When I started this story, I had no idea it would end up as long as this. I rather thought it’d be done in around four or five chapters. The story had other ideas… May I just take this opportunity to say a huge thanks to all of you who’ve followed this story and sent me all those wonderful comments and emails. There’s a good chance I might never have got to the end without you all. And while I’m at it, here’s a thank you to my very own long-suffering Caitlin (who’ll probably never read this,...
With my heartfelt thanks to Tory_del_Ricoh, for reminding me to be true to myself… * I awoke with a start, uncomfortably warm, the bedclothes stifling, wrapped far too tightly around me. Judging by the darkness, it was still very early. In fact, somehow the room appeared a little too dark. Puzzled, I lifted my head and shoulders from the bed to look towards the window, wondering whether there’d been a power cut and the street lamps were out. But to my astonishment I couldn’t see the window. ...
‘Well?’ I demanded, my initial horror turning to anger as he continued to gaze back at me in silence, his eyes sweeping the length of my body as if he was drinking in the very sight of me. ‘Daniel?’ The sharpness of my tone seemed to bring him to his senses. ‘Becca, I’m sorry.’ He looked and sounded uncharacteristically ill at ease. ‘I know that I’m the last person in the world you want to see–‘ ‘Too damn right,’ I shot back, clutching at the duvet I’d thrown around myself, suddenly...
My apologies for the wait. I really thought I’d be able to get this done more quickly but as usual real life got in the way. Hopefully, the wait will have been worth it. I’m sure you’ll let me know To all those of you who’ve been asking for more ‘Back to the Farm’, I’m sorry–I know it’s hard to wait. But I wanted to get Luke and Becks’ story finished first–and I suspect there may only be one more chapter, possibly two. When it’s done, I’ll get back to Matt and Lissy, I promise. In the...
‘Becky?’ I smiled as I finished wiping toast crumbs away from the kitchen counter tops, hearing the slight wheedling tone to my sister’s voice. ‘Yes?’ ‘Could you bring me another cup of tea? Ple-ease?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know. That’s going to cost you.’ ‘How much?’ I grinned, already pouring water from the freshly boiled kettle into Sarah’s mug. ‘Oh, I don’t know. Let me think,’ I called back, adding just a dash of milk and immediately fishing out the tea bag. ‘Gnat’s pee,’ I muttered to no one...
The summer of 1966 rolled around like any other year in sleepy, small town Pennsylvania. While most of the town’s residents may not have even noticed, things were actually going pretty good for me. I had graduated high school, I still had my job in my friend’s father’s shop doing basic machine shop work, I still had my ’61 Impala SS and most importantly, I was still going out with Debbie. Debbie and I were both 18 now, which meant that even though we were not old enough to drink in...
I was on a date with this new lady I met online. I was hoping to have a connection with it. I mean she was the perfect detail of a MILF. Five-foot seven, one hundred twenty pounds, thirty-sin bra size with a “D” cup, twenty-four waist, and thirty hips. Blonde hair to her waist, blue eyes, and a voice that just sings like a songbird. She would be the definition of a trophy wife. So, how I got lucky I was about to find out. I took her to a nice restaurant, wine, and the perfect dessert. She says...
I was on a date with this new lady I met online. I was hoping to have a connection with it. I mean she was the perfect detail of a MILF. Five-foot seven, one hundred twenty pounds, thirty-sin bra size with a “D” cup, twenty-four waist, and thirty hips. Blonde hair to her waist, blue eyes, and a voice that just sings like a songbird. She would be the definition of a trophy wife. So, how I got lucky I was about to find out. I took her to a nice restaurant, wine, and the perfect dessert. She says...
I was on a date with this new lady I met online. I was hoping to have a connection with it. I mean she was the perfect detail of a MILF. Five-foot seven, one hundred twenty pounds, thirty-sin bra size with a “D” cup, twenty-four waist, and thirty hips. Blonde hair to her waist, blue eyes, and a voice that just sings like a songbird. She would be the definition of a trophy wife. So, how I got lucky I was about to find out. I took her to a nice restaurant, wine, and the perfect dessert. She says...
I adjusted the rolled-up sweater behind my neck and settled back down, my head supported by a beautifully-rounded, conveniently-located rock. The sun on my almost naked body was fierce, the soft sand beneath my burrowing toes warm. When I'd found this spot an hour ago, it'd felt pretty close to paradise, the beach deserted save for the couple with a toddler paddling at the water's edge and the occasional walker with accompanying sodden dog.But that was the joy of a Cornish beach in early May....
“You have to pull some strings or something, boss,” Samantha implores. “He’s been held hostage for two months now.” “I’m sorry, Sam,” Rogers answers, shaking his head in dismay, “but I am trying as hard as I can.” “What about the president?” she asks. “He’s the one that has spearheaded what the TDF does.” “I’ve already asked him. My hands are tied,” Roger retorts. “Pressure is coming down on us and the presidency. NATO won’t sanction America to move against the coalition and since we...
Sergey Stalokavich rolls over and begins kissing Talilith’s back. She moans but continues to just lie there. “You keep that up and we’ll have to go another round,” she says with a giggle. “I’ve got all the time in the world,” Sergey replies. “Aren’t you expected back in Morhotlong today?” “Maltaus can wait on me for a change,” he answers with a groan. Talilith turns around, pushing the man off. “Don’t piss him off or blow this,” she says, anger flaring on her face. It is Sergey’s turn to...
“ETA in four minutes, ma’am!” Captain Dimmek shouts over the roar of the engine. Samantha nods her head in acknowledgement. She is a little nervous at having to parachute out of the plane and potentially into the ocean. She was given the basic on how to parachute, given that there wasn’t much time to learn much more than a crash course. She had parachuted once when she was a child. Her father had jumped from an airplane once in his life and decided it was an experience that everyone should...
The door to Spencer’s cell opens, revealing a sliver of light that eventually floods the entire cell. Spencer looks up, but is blinded by the intense light. An uneasy feeling flutters about him. The woman walks in and moves to his side to begin helping him to his feet. Spencer doesn’t pull away and instead he cooperates. “We must move quickly, before anyone notices you are missing,” she says with a comforting voice. “Who are you?” Spencer asks, his voice a bit shaky. A smile comes to her...
“Good morning and welcome to this edition of Morning America,” Angela Bartow begins with a big, friendly smile on her face despite the terrible news she is about to broadcast. “We have tragic news this morning concerning the death of Attorney General Marsha Golding. Here in the studio today is Senator David Rustlin to speak about it, as well as the current situations surrounding us in the news.” The crowd claps as Senator Rustlin makes his appearance and walks to the empty chair between...
Mike Grines sits in the window of a secret TDF safe house. The envelope Roger left him contained a key with an address attached to it. Apparently there are things that Roger has kept secret from everyone. Through binoculars he sees the entire attack in the Oval Office taking place. The small apartment consists of a bed, dresser and small kitchen. The apartment has the prefect view to the White House, specifically the Oval Office. The one thing it does lack is a phone, however. Of course,...
Tsyr Ker drops from the opened skylight onto the ground of the empty warehouse. With the exception of the skylight, the warehouse id cast in darkness. Standing slowly, she moves to a lone stand and quietly removes her sword to place it, still in the sheath, onto the stand. The presence of something lurking in the shadows nags at her. She knows who it is, but she continues to ignore it and goes on about her normal routine. It is her one way to defy her master and keep her freewill. After...
Reporters are filling into the noisy room, looking for their respective seats. The White House Press sent out an announcement that President McKinsey intends to make an emergency address to the public. Once the new agencies received the message they didn’t waste any time assigning reporters to the event. With the elections on the horizon and all the attacks on America, every moment is a critical one for McKinsey. And Senator Rustlin stirring up trouble doesn’t even begin to help matters any....
“And now we go live to Tabitha Bowman who is just outside the White House,” Cassandra Lopez announces. A screen comes to life behind Cassandra of a blonde woman wearing a light green blouse that matches her eyes. The woman is standing outside the gates that surround the White House. National Guardsmen can be seen standing guard at ten foot intervals, their guns at the ready. “Good morning Tabitha,” Cassandra says cheerily. “What is the scene like out there at the White House?” “Good...
Flames lick at Samantha’s naked body. The heat is so intense she feels like her skin is on fire. Where are my clothes? Where am I at? She feels lost and abandoned. Hopelessness starts to engulf her. Helplessness threatens to smother her. “Do not be afraid, child.” That voice! Who are you? Where are you? “I am near and soon I will hold you close.” The flames roar as they rise higher into the air. Samantha flinches, drawing her legs in closer, trying to escape the heat pouring out from the...