Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 15 Rachelle
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No one ever wanted to talk about this. No one ever wanted to dare know the sacrifice that so few made for so many. Its been about 24 years now since it happened, and I think at last, its time to talk about it.
There is no more Soviet Union today. But at the time the Iranians took the hostages, the US and the Soviet Union could have become easily embroiled in a world war if the US did to Iran what Iran deserved to have done to it.
Until that point, the US Navy had been a fair weather Navy. We never had deployed US warships in that region during the extremly hot summer months. The Iranians were well aware of this, but they didn't figure that one lone US warship would have the nerve to face down the entire Iranian military all by itself.
We did our part, but in my view deciding not to invade Iran was a blunder on Washingtons part. Of course, I can see the concern they most likely had about a reaction from the former Soviet Union, but I would have taken that risk if I were President, and I'm sure they were postive that Ronald Reagan would not hesitate to invade when he took over for Jimmy Carter. In fact, just hours after Reagan was sworn in as the new US President on January 20th, 1981, all hostages were released at last after 444 days of imprisonment by the mad Iranian regime.
Unlike Reagan, I would have still launched an invasion of Iran even with the hostages being freed. It would have been unpopular, but it would have been the right thing to do and we wouldn't have to worry about those maniacs getting nuclear weapons today.
They got away with putting all of America through hell for 444 days. At least they think they got away with it. I'm convinced the old Soviet regime saved their bacon, but and I'm also convinced that Ronald Reagan was quite ready to cook their bacon if another single day went by without their release, once he was sworn in.
I suspect that Iran will be invaded soon after election day unless the government is toppled internaly before then. This will happen regardles of who wins the election. Radical governments can not be tolerated anymore. The world has changed after 911 and those that haven't yet noticed better wake up in a hurry.
When the Iranians first took the hostages, I had no idea what the media may have been reporting on TV. I was over there, sitting right off the coast of Iran through the whole thing. I doubt if the TV news talked about it, but five of my fellow shipmates became certified as insane during that time. Before I joined the Navy, I had worked on Wall Street, so most likely I had already been insane proof. In fact Jerry Seinfeld had been pouring me beer eight glasses at a time at the local Brew N' Burger. So, how much more insane could that be?
The pressure was enormous, and those poor souls just couldn't handle it. The main culprit was sleep deprivation. After going months and months with so little sleep some people just snaped. Sleep deprivation coupled with a blazing heat that we never before experienced was a hardship that I hope no one ever has to endure.
As fate would have it, we just happened to have the most advanced weapon of the time. In case it still may be classified, lets just say we could have easily sent a not so friendly gretting. The chance of war with Iran was hard for me to imagine.
Just a short while ago we had very good relations with the Iranian Navy. I ran across many Iranians that were being trained by the US Navy before the radicals took over their government. The ones that I knew were very friendly and they cherised American values. They were mild manered and very friendly. It disturbed me to think what happened to their country. Its just my opinion of course, but I think the Iranians that I knew will someday take their country back from the tryants that hate.
I don't really think that anyone really ever knew the real story of what went on behind the scenes when the hostages were taken. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.
It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.
I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship back in the 70's and stating that it would take about 28 minutes to destroy the entire Soviet Navy if war were to occur.
Knowing that both countries had nuclear weapons, talk like that scared the hell out of me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there would not be any world left to win if both countries launched all their weapon systems.
With our entire focus on the former Soviet Union at the time, little military pip squeak countries like Iran were not even considered as far as being any kind of a threat to our national security. So, when the Iranians first took the hostages, we had no ready plan to react.
At the time the hostages were taken, our deployment was just about over. Everyone was exhausted and looking forward to going home. We had recently gone through three very bad typhons.
Even the last few ports we were in were not exactly fun ports. We had been to Deigo Garcia where the only two females on the entire island were the English Governors wife and their pet duck.
Before that we had pulled into Somalia against the advice of the CIA warning us how dangerous it was there. Because it was an Islamic country, no drinking was allowed and they were having a war with their neighbor at the time.
But they had kicked the Russians out because the Russians, who had been giving weapons to both countries in the past sided with the other country in the dispute.
I suppose we may have been interested in taking over the Russian Navy base there. Obviously other people also had reasons to be there. I didn't know it at the time, but at one point in Somalia, I and my shipmates were on a bus that was parked accross the street from where Bin Laden and his wife were standing with their camels.
Like I say, none of us knew who he was then, but the cold chill in his eyes and his wifes eyes sent chills up my spine even in the 130 degree heat.
The bus was there waiting several minutes for clearance to go to the Russian base, but I noted that neither Bin Laden nor his wife even so much as blinked the entire time. It were as if they were stone.
We didn't know what to expect in Somalia. The Russians had been there for a long time. We even went so far as to tell everyone that we would blow the ships horn for everyone to come back if anything went wrong.
The heat was unreal there. It was 130 degrees in the shade. The natives warned us not to swim in the water. They said that 19 of them had recently been devoured by sharks. But the water was our only escape from the heat.
The guys from the Midwest were really getting done in by the heat. Because there is no natural salt in any fruits or vegetables grown in the Midwest, they have almost no resistance to intense heat. After we left that fun Port than mother nature played havoc with us.
Numerous under water earth quakes had been occuring resulting in pop up islands that were not on our charts. This caused some very complicated navigational problems. To make matters worse we were in waters that we weren't accustomed to being in.
Two countries had been jointly developing technology that they were testing in a remote part of the ocean. We did things to make our ship look like a fishing trawler so they didn't know we were there. The irony was that a fishing trawler would never be fishing in a spot like that anyway.
I'm sure both countries knew who we were, but we always had to make everything a game. We even had to sink all our trash deep down just in case they tried to identify who we were by the sort of trash we threw overboard.
We were really all sick and tired of playing 007, but just when we thought we were going home, we had to rush out to the Persian Gulf. The Iranians had taken the hostages and we were the only game in town.
We were completly cut off from our supply lines. Soon after, we completly ran out of cigarattes. My shipmates were breaking into the life boats to retrieve stale cigarattes that were placed there about three years before.
When we ran out of chemicals to run the evaporators to de-salinate the salt water into fresh, we had to take showers on the flight deck whenever we found a rain squal. Then, the toilet paper went along with the candy and chips.
The entire crew was under a tremendous strain. Shipmates were starting to do strange things that they wouldn't do under normal circumstances. The Captain became quite upset when he noticed one of my shipmates sun bathing stark naked outside his State Room.
People were tired and they started making mistakes. I wrote constant comedy scripts and long love letters to my favorite sweetheart to keep my mind occupied. Just as I was finishing page 68 of a love letter, I was the only one to notice that a shipmate had fallen overboard. Everyone else had fallen sound asleep.
As my shpmate was falling overboard I was just ending my love letter with the words I've always ended it with, everything you do seduces me.
At the time, I got quite a kick out of writing long love letters. I had realized that the post office in that country had been making copies of everything I wrote and passing it all around the country.
I was subtle of course, but I was making comical statements and little hints about how much better that counrty would be without its dictator. Soon after my 100th letter, there was a revolution that deposed the dictator and restored democracy. Of course I can't take credit for the revolution, but I enjoy thinking that I may have given the revolution a little push with my love letters. Anyway, it kept me sane for all those months, but then again, I may have already been crazy to begin with.
Anyway we got my ship mate back thanks to that long love letter. I was the only one awake that day because I was determined to finish writing that letter. That day I saved a shipmate and soon after my vigilance perhaps may have even saved planet earth.
No one ever wanted to talk about this. No one ever wanted to dare know the sacrifice that so few made for so many. Its been about 24 years now since it happened, and I think at last, its time to talk about it.
There is no more Soviet Union today. But at the time the Iranians took the hostages, the US and the Soviet Union could have become easily embroiled in a world war if the US did to Iran what Iran deserved to have done to it.
Until that point, the US Navy had been a fair weather Navy. We never had deployed US warships in that region during the extremly hot summer months. The Iranians were well aware of this, but they didn't figure that one lone US warship would have the nerve to face down the entire Iranian military all by itself.
We did our part, but in my view deciding not to invade Iran was a blunder on Washingtons part. Of course, I can see the concern they most likely had about a reaction from the former Soviet Union, but I would have taken that risk if I were President, and I'm sure they were postive that Ronald Reagan would not hesitate to invade when he took over for Jimmy Carter. In fact, just hours after Reagan was sworn in as the new US President on January 20th, 1981, all hostages were released at last after 444 days of imprisonment by the mad Iranian regime.
Unlike Reagan, I would have still launched an invasion of Iran even with the hostages being freed. It would have been unpopular, but it would have been the right thing to do and we wouldn't have to worry about those maniacs getting nuclear weapons today.
They got away with putting all of America through hell for 444 days. At least they think they got away with it. I'm convinced the old Soviet regime saved their bacon, but and I'm also convinced that Ronald Reagan was quite ready to cook their bacon if another single day went by without their release, once he was sworn in.
I suspect that Iran will be invaded soon after election day unless the government is toppled internaly before then. This will happen regardles of who wins the election. Radical governments can not be tolerated anymore. The world has changed after 911 and those that haven't yet noticed better wake up in a hurry.
When the Iranians first took the hostages, I had no idea what the media may have been reporting on TV. I was over there, sitting right off the coast of Iran through the whole thing. I doubt if the TV news talked about it, but five of my fellow shipmates became certified as insane during that time. Before I joined the Navy, I had worked on Wall Street, so most likely I had already been insane proof. In fact Jerry Seinfeld had been pouring me beer eight glasses at a time at the local Brew N' Burger. So, how much more insane could that be?
The pressure was enormous, and those poor souls just couldn't handle it. The main culprit was sleep deprivation. After going months and months with so little sleep some people just snaped. Sleep deprivation coupled with a blazing heat that we never before experienced was a hardship that I hope no one ever has to endure.
As fate would have it, we just happened to have the most advanced weapon of the time. In case it still may be classified, lets just say we could have easily sent a not so friendly gretting. The chance of war with Iran was hard for me to imagine.
Just a short while ago we had very good relations with the Iranian Navy. I ran across many Iranians that were being trained by the US Navy before the radicals took over their government. The ones that I knew were very friendly and they cherised American values. They were mild manered and very friendly. It disturbed me to think what happened to their country. Its just my opinion of course, but I think the Iranians that I knew will someday take their country back from the tryants that hate.
I don't really think that anyone really ever knew the real story of what went on behind the scenes when the hostages were taken. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.
It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.
I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship back in the 70's and stating that it would take about 28 minutes to destroy the entire Soviet Navy if war were to occur.
Knowing that both countries had nuclear weapons, talk like that scared the hell out of me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there would not be any world left to win if both countries launched all their weapon systems.
With our entire focus on the former Soviet Union at the time, little military pip squeak countries like Iran were not even considered as far as being any kind of a threat to our national security. So, when the Iranians first took the hostages, we had no ready plan to react.
At the time the hostages were taken, our deployment was just about over. Everyone was exhausted and looking forward to going home. We had recently gone through three very bad typhons.
Even the last few ports we were in were not exactly fun ports. We had been to Deigo Garcia where the only two females on the entire island were the English Governors wife and their pet duck.
Before that we had pulled into Somalia against the advice of the CIA warning us how dangerous it was there. Because it was an Islamic country, no drinking was allowed and they were having a war with their neighbor at the time.
But they had kicked the Russians out because the Russians, who had been giving weapons to both countries in the past sided with the other country in the dispute.
I suppose we may have been interested in taking over the Russian Navy base there. Obviously other people also had reasons to be there. I didn't know it at the time, but at one point in Somalia, I and my shipmates were on a bus that was parked accross the street from where Bin Laden and his wife were standing with their camels.
Like I say, none of us knew who he was then, but the cold chill in his eyes and his wifes eyes sent chills up my spine even in the 130 degree heat.
The bus was there waiting several minutes for clearance to go to the Russian base, but I noted that neither Bin Laden nor his wife even so much as blinked the entire time. It were as if they were stone.
We didn't know what to expect in Somalia. The Russians had been there for a long time. We even went so far as to tell everyone that we would blow the ships horn for everyone to come back if anything went wrong.
The heat was unreal there. It was 130 degrees in the shade. The natives warned us not to swim in the water. They said that 19 of them had recently been devoured by sharks. But the water was our only escape from the heat.
The guys from the Midwest were really getting done in by the heat. Because there is no natural salt in any fruits or vegetables grown in the Midwest, they have almost no resistance to intense heat. After we left that fun Port than mother nature played havoc with us.
Numerous under water earth quakes had been occuring resulting in pop up islands that were not on our charts. This caused some very complicated navigational problems. To make matters worse we were in waters that we weren't accustomed to being in.
Two countries had been jointly developing technology that they were testing in a remote part of the ocean. We did things to make our ship look like a fishing trawler so they didn't know we were there. The irony was that a fishing trawler would never be fishing in a spot like that anyway.
I'm sure both countries knew who we were, but we always had to make everything a game. We even had to sink all our trash deep down just in case they tried to identify who we were by the sort of trash we threw overboard.
We were really all sick and tired of playing 007, but just when we thought we were going home, we had to rush out to the Persian Gulf. The Iranians had taken the hostages and we were the only game in town.
We were completly cut off from our supply lines. Soon after, we completly ran out of cigarattes. My shipmates were breaking into the life boats to retrieve stale cigarattes that were placed there about three years before.
When we ran out of chemicals to run the evaporators to de-salinate the salt water into fresh, we had to take showers on the flight deck whenever we found a rain squal. Then, the toilet paper went along with the candy and chips.
The entire crew was under a tremendous strain. Shipmates were starting to do strange things that they wouldn't do under normal circumstances. The Captain became quite upset when he noticed one of my shipmates sun bathing stark naked outside his State Room.
People were tired and they started making mistakes. I wrote constant comedy scripts and long love letters to my favorite sweetheart to keep my mind occupied. Just as I was finishing page 68 of a love letter, I was the only one to notice that a shipmate had fallen overboard. Everyone else had fallen sound asleep.
As my shpmate was falling overboard I was just ending my love letter with the words I've always ended it with, everything you do seduces me.
At the time, I got quite a kick out of writing long love letters. I had realized that the post office in that country had been making copies of everything I wrote and passing it all around the country.
I was subtle of course, but I was making comical statements and little hints about how much better that counrty would be without its dictator. Soon after my 100th letter, there was a revolution that deposed the dictator and restored democracy. Of course I can't take credit for the revolution, but I enjoy thinking that I may have given the revolution a little push with my love letters. Anyway, it kept me sane for all those months, but then again, I may have already been crazy to begin with.
Anyway we got my ship mate back thanks to that long love letter. I was the only one awake that day because I was determined to finish writing that letter. That day I saved a shipmate and soon after my vigilance perhaps may have even saved planet earth.
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"Aren't the movers going to do that?" I asked. "Yes. So get your tree and the two boxes that you have left for your room." I looked at the neighborhood as the autumn breeze caressed through my hair and along my cheek. Such a nice place. It smelled like autumn. Every house was different. There were kids playing across the street in front of a gingerbread house. The mother was out front tending to her flower garden outside their front window. A couple two houses over from them were staring...
She was in the black room again. There was no chaise lounge this time and she was naked. She couldn’t help thinking what he’d do to her this time. Every day was getting worse and now she even wished he’d put her back on the rack. At least when she was there, she could close her eyes and pretend she was somewhere else or she could think of Mikey. But the things he was doing to her now were unbearable. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take it much longer...and he wasn’t offering her to get off...
As usual, he was sitting in the dark, hiding from her sight, enjoying the smell of fear emanating from her. He loved the anticipation. He always took great pleasure from that instant previous to the actual torture when he could see the terror in his victim's eyes. He found it deliciously intoxicating and knew this time it'd be even better. He approached her slowly and saw her squirming against her restraints in response. This time he'd decided to use leather straps instead of chains and...
At first, he felt sick whenever he faced his victim –it wasn’t in him to inflict endless pain and suffering on the souls on the rack- but that was until he realized that by inflicting such pain on them, he could get rid of his own. And hence, little by little, he began enjoying the carving, slashing and burning of the souls before him. He became more and more creative in the craft and, as time went by, he developed a real taste for it. This didn’t pass unnoticed to Alistair, who felt nothing...
Jack let out a small sound that was him clearing his throat, as he sat back down next to his son. His hand reaching out to lay his hand against the boy's knee, gripping it tight a moment. A grip that made Mitchell's eyes spring open wide, and his head very slowly turn to see his father smiling and the smell of hormones pouring off of him. "Mm.. Can't wait to get home huh son? A shower and some television will be good for us huh?" Mitch cautiously nodded and smiled back as his...
Tears ran down her face, smudging her mascara. She didn’t give a damn. Her face radiated shock, dismay, and fury. ‘Wha-What?’ She choked on the words. The puppy he had just given her as a graduation present wriggled in her arms, her paws huge and black and desperately trying to win the war against the slippery sleeve she was tugging on with a vengeance. Philip Masons sighed and raked his hand through unkempt hair. Emotions he didn’t dare dwell upon settled uneasily in his stomach. He had to...
Introduction: Deans New And Improved Techniques It was a new day and she was on the rack, again. She remembered the torture of the previous day and couldnt help trembling. Luckily, her torturer wasnt there yet and she felt somewhat relieved…at least shed have a few moments of peace to herself. Thus, she took a few deep breaths, thought of Mikey, and tried to calm down. As usual, he was sitting in the dark, hiding from her sight, enjoying the smell of fear emanating from her. He loved the...
It was a new day and she found herself on the rack as usual. She was expecting to see her torturer but he was nowhere to be found. She trembled as she remembered the promise hed made the previous day and felt her heart racing. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Suddenly, the restraints lost their hold on her and she fell to the ground. She looked around again and noticed that the rack and her cage were both gone. Instead, she was standing in a huge black room&hellip,naked. Nobody...
The clang of steel interrupted the afternoon post prandial stupors of all palace personnel. It was the Sultana training her children in sword fighting. Everyone stayed clear of the practice arena except designated personnel. The only designated personnel were the ancient Zaran, a sword master who had been teaching the royal family for two generations now, and a young lady, Zoya, who was his granddaughter and who was the only outsider allowed to spar with the royal children during practice...
Massage Parlor s****r By Spectre “So, how long’s it been?” Hank asked as they moved into the plush waiting room. “About two weeks,” Kyle answered. He eyed the soft couches but didn’t sit. There was soft music coming from hidden speakers and the scent of sweet flowers was wafting in from the open doorway that led to the private rooms. “Not since you last fucked, dumbass,” Hank laughed. “How long’s it been since you went home?” Kyle gave him an evil stare. “Seven years,” he said. “Almost to...
The harpooner was drunk.Quinn lay passed out on the floor of his quarters, naked, stinking of sweat and cheap whiskey. The shouting of his colleagues could not rouse him, nor could their pushing and shaking. The boatswain finally left the room and returned quickly with a bucket of cold seawater, which he threw in desperation onto the motionless shape on the floor. Quinn stirred, bolted suddenly awake, and twisted around toward his crewmembers.“Battle stations have been called, you sotted...
SteampunkGods, there was nothing soft about this world, least of all the ground. When John came to, his whole body ached. His jaw felt off center and there was blood matted to the side of his head. What'd happened? He closed his eyes- they weren't doing him much good at the moment anyways -and tried to remember. He'd opened the puzzle box. Why? That was between him and his own soul, and right now his soul wasn't giving it up. All he could rember was the chains, lots of chains, and hooks ripping at his...
Non-EroticCastle Thell was an imposing sight in the dimming light of dusk. It was an impenetrable fortress. The four spires of the castle were the only part of the structure that was illuminated by the setting sun’s rays, liken to spears on fire. A stark comparison to the near black walls in the absence of the sun's light. The spires were a silent and fiery warning, to any who might happen across it. Or as the citizens of the nearby villages would have you believe, the fiery spears were a warning that...
BDSMThe clang of steel interrupted the afternoon post prandial stupors of all palace personnel. It was the Sultana training her children in sword fighting. Everyone stayed clear of the practice arena except designated personnel. The only designated personnel were the ancient Zaran, a sword master who had been teaching the royal family for two generations now, and a young lady, Zoya, who was his granddaughter and who was the only outsider allowed to spar with the royal children during practice...
NovelsIn 2001 or do I was fed-up with not getting any pussy –so I decided to advertise myself for casual Sex on the ol’ “INTERBOT”I posted some good-looking nudes of me with an erection, on Craigslist>Personals>Casual-Sex and didn’t think anything would come of it –but, well,…yeah…I got a bunch of spammers responding, Also a few gay men responding who wanted to “suck my gorgeous cock”.So I was near giving up hope, when I saw one from a woman named Wendy –she said she was up in the 45yr-50yrs...
Rachelle was suspicious, and had horny dreams about me fucking her sister Laura and wondering what my cock, a strangers cock, would feel like. She felt guilty, but horny. She remembered when her and her dad had played a long time ago. She got wet and horny. She was sitting at the breakfast table, tired and wondering about the sticky mess she found, it seemed like dried cum.That day was uneventful and fun for all. Ray and I were gone a few hours with the k**s allowing sisters to talk and...
As I’ve mentioned previously in my little memoire, my Mother was very enlightened about me dressing but we had rules. One small problem is that Mother couldn’t get her very sexy arse out of her bed in the morning, one of the reasons that she worked for herself. So every morning, when I was at home, I had to take her coffee, try to wake her up and get her out at a reasonable time.The morning I remember best was the morning I couldn’t control my urges any longer, she was just too sexy. She...
This is the third story in what I have started to think of as my Legacy Universe, taking place after the Miracle Legacy and A Change of Heart. I'm afraid that it didn't turn out quite as well as the previous ones in this universe, but I hope you enjoy it. Hardshell By Morpheus The sides of the road shot by me a thousand miles an hour, the trees vanishing before I even had a chance make out any details. I could feel the engine of my motorcycle roaring between my legs,...
The Making of Tishelle By Tishelle Part 1: A Taste Of Tishelle Amber worked as a secretary for an attorney across the hall from my office. A couple years ago her car was stolen and I gave her a ride to and from work for a couple of weeks. We became friends and she would sometimes stop by my office on her breaks. I had the hots for her from the moment I saw her. She is a 6' tall blonde, with smoldering hazel eyes, a body that in my opinion, has the most perfect ass, and the...
LT. COMMANDER WINCHELL ©by Eugene Webber Ron was surprised to hear a loud beeping from his laptop, the flashing icon indicating he had email. He clicked on 'Open.' "Morning, Ron." it read. "Shower and get dressed, meet me in the dining room. Virginia." He looked at the digital time in the upper right corner. 6:00 a.m.! He found the lights, then went to the bathroom. He dressed casually: chinos, loafers, polo shirt. The chinos were a little loose, requiring the use of...
Amy 13: Hellbound by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2010 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: The Girl Who Broke 10000 Maniacs Sunday was Skate Day with Michelle Cho, after attending church services at the Southern Baptist megachurch just outside of town. Obviously, the first part was true but the second never happened. ...
Author's note: This is a short introductory chapter/story that I wrote for fun one night. If you like my work, please tell me. If I get positive feedback, I have a lot of unfinished stories that I've written over the years that I'd like to clean up and finish. I'm also considering adding illustration. ======================================================================== It was just another day at the beach... or so I thought. My friends and I had already spent a good deal of the...
Massage Parlor sisterBy Spectre“So, how long’s it been?” Hank asked as they moved into the plush waiting room.“About two weeks,” Kyle answered. He eyed the soft couches but didn’t sit. There was soft music coming from hidden speakers and the scent of sweet flowers was wafting in from the open doorway that led to the private rooms.“Not since you last fucked, dumbass,” Hank laughed. “How long’s it been since you went home?”Kyle gave him an evil stare. “Seven years,” he said. “Almost to the day....
Creating A Hellion Elizabeth Parris Lonnie wasn't going to allow herself to go down the hopeless dead-end path that her mother and aunt had been forced to follow. They weren't forced she thought to herself. They were both smart, but they just couldn't imagine another life. Well, once every now and again Aunt Chloe talked about getting' out of here, but Ma always told her to shush up less she wanted trouble. That ain't going to happen to me. Gonna go down to the recruiter in the...
Oh Pooja, nee evalu sexy aa iruke theriyum ma? I was asking / telling my lover Pooja and opposite flat neighbor as she sucked my cock from its root. Um Um said my Pooja and she sucked me. Pooja was my neighbor. A gorgeous woman with 38– 28-36 proportions. Aged 31 she was an engineer in Tamil Nadu State department and a nymphomaniac. It was bound to happen when the sexy siren and her family shifted opposite to my residence. Her husband a clerk was the serious type and her brat a 6 year old. I...
He must have labored for hours on her image, using his "PC Paint Store" graphics editing software. Had he done enough to make her unrecognizable? He started with an original photo of her body, digitally stripped off her clothing until she was naked, digitally painted bare breasts and luscious nipples where once there was a blouse, then experimented over and over with various shades and hues. The end result was a digital "oil painting" of an erotically beautiful young woman in a midnight...
Adam was in love. It was a storybook romance, or just about as near to one as you were likely to find in the real world. He and Brook had met in Intro to Economics, been instantly charmed by each other, and bonded further over coffee, then bowling, then a fancy dinner, and then ridiculously incredible sex back at her dorm room. Three years after that, he had popped the question on a cloudless night, and she had eagerly said yes. Their friends attributed an almost supernatural power to Adam and...
The Third World War, if you could call it a war, lasted only two hours. In that time, the earth was laid waste, and all the money in the world saved no one. Caught unaware, hundreds of millions died in those fleeting moments. Over the following year, billions perished in the nuclear winter that followed. A hundred years passed, and man gathered together in tribes. Fighting to survive, life adapted. Mutation of animals and humans was a constant. Some terrifying creatures evolved, giant snakes...
“Sybil honey? Can you shape shift into something really strange and exotic for me?” Sybil is more interesting and more important than re-floating EROS! “Haven’t you already fucked me, as a mermaid, as a pair of back to back Siamese twins, and as a goatgirl Draenei figure from MMO WOW? Now, you ask for a change, into some REALLY strange and exotic being? Just what, err ahem, just how would you classify those predecessor fantasy manifestations?” Sybil giggles. “Well, some of my fantasies...