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SparksChapter 3

09:00 Saturday, 11 May 1991 Provost Marshal Post, Ft Huachuca, AZ The sergeant behind the desk pointed toward the two Border Patrol Agents leaning against the wall near the coffee machine. Soldiers, thought Sandy, do not lean against walls while waiting in the entrance to the Provost Marshal's Post. As they approached, the taller of the two straightened, prompting the other to turn. After a quick exchange of glances, the shorter man greeted them. "Hi. I'm Agent Rey Munoz, and this sorry...

SparksChapter 26

05:50 EDT Monday, August 19th, 1991 Ft Benning, GA CNN began reporting in the mid-morning that Mikhail Gorbachev was under house arrest in the Crimea while a 'hardline' committee was declaring the treaty to decentralize the Soviet Union (scheduled for vote on Wednesday) was invalid. The news spread through the PLDC class during the FTX until lunchtime, when the SGLs assembled them and told them the US military was going on worldwide high alert. 13:10 Wednesday, August 21st, 1991 Ft...

SparksChapter 5

11:20 Thursday, May 16th, 1991 Building 102 Ft Huachuca, AZ "Yes, Mom, I know I just called you Sunday for Mothers' Day. I might see you before the end of the month, I'm being sent to El Paso on duty for a day or two soon." Ben stood in the stairwell, on the payphone to his family. "I think I may have a surprise for you. I'll let you know when I have more details." The conversation carried on for a few more minutes, then Ben hung up the phone. Sandy kissed him before he could even...

SparksChapter 27

"Good morning, Supervisory Agent Batista," the 3rd floor receptionist said, her eyes smiling welcome. "I'm really looking forward to working with you." Osvaldo returned the greeting. Though his office had a window, and carpeting, and some really nice maple ply furniture, it was still in an office park with tall buildings that blocked a view from any direction but to the north. His third-floor office overlooked the roof tops of a housing development, and into the hillside beyond. It...

SparksChapter 13

06:10 Sunday, June 30th, 1991 Holiday Inn, 2730 N. Main St Walnut Creek, CA Frustrated, Sandy slammed the phonebook shut. She pulled on her shoes, and trotted to the staircase, bypassing the elevator. When she reached the front desk, she asked the clerk where the nearest military base with a large hospital was. The somewhat-surprised clerk told her "Oak Knoll. The Navy's given it some newer name, but it's been Oak Knoll for as long as I remember. My husband used to go there all the time...

Sparks Fly

All rights reserved by the author, 2002. No commercial re-prints are authorized without written consent of the author. I opened the front door to pick up the morning paper. The house across the street was hidden behind a network of toilet paper hanging from the tree. I smiled. Looks like somebody got their house papered. I remembered the time my friends and I papered Sue's house. I had a crush on Sue and talked my friends into papering her house. We stopped at Safeway and bought thirty...

SparksChapter 6

Sandy and Ben dressed in Class-B's, the short-sleeve variant of the Class-A uniform. This was a uniform unfamiliar to, and uncomfortable for, both. Each wore "garrison caps", Sandy's the female version which reminded her of what English Bobby policemen wore. Ben and Sandy checked everything again this morning. Almost all was In Accordance With (IAW) Army Regulation 670-1, Wear and Appearance of Army Uniforms and Insignia. Ben and Sandy both wore Expert Marksman Badges, Sandy with Rifle...

SparksChapter 8

08:00 Monday, June 10th, 1991 Building 102 Ft Huachuca, AZ SFC Florea briefed the twenty or so Border Patrol agents for about forty minutes on deployment and transportation, timelines and schedules. He gave the floor to SSG Brooks, who would explain about communications and alerts for sensor trigger events. Florea crossed the hall, to where Munoz, Silverman, and others discussed things with Captain Russell Franks of the 502nd Military Police Co. The NCOs of Delta Company, led by 1SG...

SparksChapter 16

03:45 Friday, July 5th, 1991 Sonoma Valley Inn 550 W Second St, Sonoma, CA 95476 Sandy woke Friday morning, stiff from sleeping on Ben's arm. With a stifled groan, she reached over to shut the alarm off, but instead switched it to radio mode. The resultant blast of AM radio deejay chatter woke Ben. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sandy watched Ben stretch. Is he everything I could ever want? Ask me today, and I'd say 'yes'. What will I answer in six months? Troubled, Sandy pushed the...

SparksChapter 18

11:40 Tuesday, July 9th, 1991 Sonoma Valley Inn 550 W Second St, Sonoma, CA 95476 Sandy sighed. The last few days had been ... intense. Dan was like a ticking timebomb, and he still blamed Ben and Sandy for Lenore's sudden intractability. Sandy was sure Dan was biding his time until he met Lenore's paramour. Sunday passed, with Lenore conspicuously sunning herself at the hotel's pool. Dan and Kate returned from the social meeting with the Hardings and the new broker enthusiastic. Dan's...

Sparks of Moonlight

Sparks of Moonlight © Lily Rockmore, 2009 Halloween Story Competition Hey guys, This is my entry for the Halloween story competition. It’s a tale of love, loss and death. Even so, I hope you enjoy it. Please keep an open mind as you read this. I believe it’s the only way to read, and to appreciate this story. Thank you so much for reading me. Don’t forget to vote and comment. Thank you! <,3 Lily. 1956, Japan. They called it the witching hour, the sixty minutes when the dividing line...

SparksChapter 4

08:15 Monday, 13 May 1991 Building 102, Fort Huachuca, AZ While Sandy returned the truck to the Motor Pool, she made appointments for licensing them in consecutive half-hours the next morning at 08:00. That completed, she hiked the mile or so back to Company, the morning heat already in the 90's. She carried the light satchel containing the pistol in her left hand, ready to salute with her right, if called upon. She met Ben at the CQ's desk. They walked to MSgt Brown's small desk in a...

SparksChapter 9

19:50 Monday, June 24th, 1991 Compartidero Flats, AZ Captain Franks had gotten devious again. This time, they moved the second line of sensors south of the original line by about 1000 meters. His reasoning was they'd already gotten what they could from counterintelligence, the expected foray from the criminal element from within the US. Now that the criminal element presumably felt confident in what they knew of the situation, they'd try to conduct an operation, trusting that they'd...

SparksChapter 10

14:45 Tuesday, June 25th, 1991 University of Arizona Medical Center 1501 N Campbell Ave Tucson, AZ "Sandy?" She woke up from a confused dream. Faceless people taunted her while chasing her through city streets, to a courthouse, where she was expected, and she was late. Feeling disoriented and flushed, sweaty, Sandy woke generally out of sorts. "Sandy?" Ben repeated. She stared at him for a moment while recent events snapped into place. All the fear and doubt she'd been holding in...

SparksChapter 17

06:15 Saturday, July 6th, 1991 Sonoma Valley Inn 550 W Second St, Sonoma, CA 95476 "Thanks, Chief," Sandy said as Ben climbed out of the car. After she handed the bags out to Ben, she followed him out, then both walked to the driver's window. Ben shook his hand. Sandy frowned when the Chief offered his hand. She leaned in and gave him a quick hug instead. "Monday morning, then, at oh-six-hundred." The older man drove off. "Breakfast first?" Sandy asked as they made their way into...

SparksChapter 24

12:15 Wednesday, July 31st, 1991 La Pila de Ladrillos Medillin, Antioquia Colombia The Brickhouse was an interesting Colonial home, a mish-mash of many architectural styles. In his explorations when he wasn't working, Ruben found the odd corners in the place fascinating. Keeping away from some of the hired help was a priority of his, and he quickly finished his reconnaissance of the terrain, cataloging places of refuge and places to avoid. One good place was the exercise room. Not quite a...

SparksChapter 25

16:55 Saturday, August 10th, 1991 Ft Benning, GA "I do not remember telling anyone to get up. Apparently some of you cannot hit the door when you are told to. This is for real you idiots. One, stand up. Two, hook up. Three, move to the door. Four, through the door. You do not pause. You do not hesitate." The speaker was a Master Sergeant, Black Hat. From his position, Ben could not decide if he was actually as pissed as he sounded, or it was an affectation. It didn't matter, though, the...

Dragonfly

Legacy universe story by: Set3 Tobias Marshal was following his partner, Phil Dunwhich, down the hall. Both were clad in swat gear, as they should be, as they are part of a larger team that was currently clearing out an old apartment building that housed a group of white supremacists. They had received a tip that they were going to carry out an attack on a local minority church. Not willing to take a risk, SWAT was called in. The building was quickly surrounded and after a quick fire...

On Learning to Fly

Zach Greene carried an obsession for flying from as far back as he could remember. His mom says that from the time he was five, he was forever spreading his arms and flying through the house, jumping on and off the furniture, careening from room to room, and making airplane noises until she wanted to strangle him. It all started when his dad took him to an air show where there were all kinds of aircraft on display. There were the newest and the oldest Air Force and Navy fighter aircraft,...

Firefly

Paul Carter looked across the driveways separating his – well, his parent’s – house from Brooke MacDonald’s house. He looked across a gulf as wide as his imagination, a chasm that had divided him from his impossible-to-endure one and only very-first-true-love. He had fallen in love with Brooke MacDonald the very first time he had laid eyes on her, which was, unfortunately, in third grade. Paul Carter could not remember one single day in grade school, junior high, or high school that he hadn’t...

Memoirs Of A Common House Fly

Do you ever wonder what it's like to be a fly on the wall? A lot of people ask that. If you are not one of them, then read no further. If you have, however, then have I got a story for you. You see, I already know what it's like. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Richie ( stage name Wingo, more on that later) but my name really doesn't matter. Who I am does. I'm what's known as a common house fly. I'm sure you've seen my many brothers and sisters flying around your neighborhoods. As far...

Singles Given To Fly

Singles: Given to Fly Author's Notes: This Story is inspired by Pearl Jam's "Given to Fly." I did reword some of the lyrics in it, I want to give Eddie Vedder credit for the lyrics and Mike McCready credit for the music, if not for the music I would not have been inspired so much by the song. I also want to give thanks and credit to everyone who reads my stories. Everyone who read my stories has helped me become a better writer. It inspires me to do my best knowing that people get...

I Was Gonna Learn to Fly

FORWARD: First, I want to thank blackrandI1958 for inviting me to join this fun project and for her editing skills. I chose a traveling song as the template for my story, “Taxi,” by Harry Chapin. It’s a sad song that I think, probably stirs a small feeling of regret in all of us. No matter how our lives turn out, I would almost bet most of us have wondered about a failed relationship in our life. Of course this is “Loving Wives,” so although I’ve followed the song to a degree, I’ve had to...

Learning to Fly

This is a work of fiction. While I was offered the opportunity to return to active duty very much as outlined, I passed on it and remained a civilian with no regrets. From everything I have learned over the years since, I made the right decision. As fucked up as the Army might have been in my day, it’s even more so today and has been for years. What if I had made a different choice? Remember that this is fiction, I’ve intentionally blurred timelines and created fictional locales and conflicts...

Skin Deep III Chapter 6 Come into my parlor said the Spider to the Fly

Chapter 6 'Come into my parlor,' said the Spider to the Fly All Roads Lead to Rome The Boogeyman had managed to hitch a ride on an unmanned agricultural feed vehicle carrying hay. The vehicle stopped north of a place called Martic Forge, and began automatically off loading pressed hay blocks into an adjacent pasture. After that he left the main road having walked some fifteen miles into the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country. In the dark, he had been able to walk just outside of an...

Spider and the Fly

The Spider and the Fly Chapter 1 - Catching the Fly The moment had finally come when she had stated she wanted to be his. The last few months were a slow and strenuous journey of slowly gaining her trust and making her come to her senses over exactly what he could provide that she could only find through him… but when she came on the phone for him, moaning so loudly he worried the police would be called not only at her place, but at his, he knew he had her… if he could do that to her...

Fly Robin Fly

I thought of this tale while I was at work. I do make an apology to DC Comics. The characters of Joker, Batgirl, and Robin are theirs. I use them only in jest and for a tale. Fly Robin Fly Robin awoke in a deep pit. The Joker had got him with a knockout dart. He could stand up and look around. The Joker spoke, "Good Morning Robin. I will make you a deal. You climb out that pit on your own; you can go back to your nest. If you do not after three days, I will haul you out and fuck...

Junior YearChapter 14 Get Cape Wear Cape Fly

When I got to school, Mona was waiting for me in the parking lot. “What happened to our deal?” she asked. “You weren’t there. Kim and Tracy didn’t play fair.” “They flirted with you!” I nodded. “Men!” she shouted, and stomped off. The rest of the cheerleaders had seen what happened and had some choice comments. I was ready to tell them to back off when Zoe walked up and kissed me. “What was that for?” I asked. “For asking me to be your date for the Homecoming Dance.” I hadn’t asked...

Firefly

The Firefly verse didn't exist for long. An incredible show destroyed by ruthless Fox execs who keep churning shit out on the TV. But enough of that. Firefly had plenty of incredibly sexy women. Choose what happens to these women, and what they get up to in the black.

SparksChapter 1

23:25 Wednesday, April 24th, 1991 1115 E 113th St Los Angeles, CA 90059 Ruben Aragón was enjoying a damn fine high. Earlier in the evening, he'd been to some comedy stand-up place in Hollywood. Paul Rodriguez did his usual "I'm more Mexican than you" routine, and Ruben had laughed his ass off at the comedian's antics. It had been a long week for Ruben, first he'd ferried trucks from El Paso to LA, and then unloaded the trucks at night. Last night had been the worst night of the week....

SparksChapter 2

18:35 Friday, 10 May 1991 Building 102, Ft Huachuca, AZ Sandy spilled out of the door, and fetched up against the car's door handle. She threw a small overnight bag into the back seat. "Drive!" she ordered, as she dove into the passenger seat. Ben grinned, happier than he could remember being since he joined the Army. "Yes, Ma'am!" he said, and eased the ratty Pontiac T-type from the curb. Sandy caught his eye as they left the barracks area, then Sandy, her eyes laughing, scooted over...

SparksChapter 7

1:10 Thursday, June 6th, 1991 United States Border Patrol Station, 441 Duncan Hwy (US 70), Lordsburg, NM Osvaldo Reynaldo Batista de Moreno hated Lordsburg. Southern New Mexico he disliked intensely. Though the mountains far to the north were beautiful, he really missed the brownstone canyons of New York. He'd been 'sitting on an X' for seven years now. Though he was competent, did his job, and liked police work in general, the poor condition of the area and his general lack of respect...

SparksChapter 11

"Ben," Sandy said out of the blue in the waiting room. "Teach me Spanish." This effectively riveted the attention of the entire waiting room on her and Ben. Sandy ignored them. Ben didn't hesitate. "OK, babe. In school they had me start with the oddball verbs. 'Estar' means 'to be.' Yo estoy, tu estas..." Time passed quickly. "That's an interesting set of orders, Private," the MD said. Captain Parks, by the insignia on the white shirt and the nametag, though he hadn't...

SparksChapter 12

06:20 Friday, June 28th, 1991 The Biltmore Hotel 2400 E Missouri Ave, Phoenix AZ Dan threw the last of the bags into the bed of the truck, and everyone climbed in. Dan and Kate sat in the front, while Ben was between Sandy and Lenore in the back. As they left the hotel grounds, Sandy took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I was such a wreck last night." Lenore patted her knee. "It's called a 'catharsis', Sandy. That's what they taught me in Psych 121, anyway. You needed to get it...

SparksChapter 14

17:55 Sunday, June 30th, 1991 Sonoma Valley Inn 550 W Second St, Sonoma, CA 95476 Before supper, Lenore tried to convince her mother that leaving Ben in the hospital alone had been a good idea. "But Mo-om! Even Sandy didn't think we needed to stay!" Sandy winced, then met Kate's eye. "Really, Kate, he's fine. The Chief Orderly has him under his wing, the doc says it's just a preliminary infection, and they caught it in plenty of time. They'll let him out tomorrow or Tuesday, and...

SparksChapter 15

06:50 Wednesday, July 3, 1991 Sonoma Valley Inn 550 W Second St, Sonoma, CA 95476 Sandy held no expectations for the spa. Lenore filled breakfast with an excited recount of the events of the day before, though she made no mention of the Gunny. Ben and Sandy shared silent amusement and while they went to the counter to fetch bagels and orange juice agreed to keep mention of the Gunny secret. But the ladies were going to the spa, and Dan and Ben were going to go off and do father-son things,...

SparksChapter 19

15:35 Friday, July 12th, 1991 Along Highway 24, Walnut Creek, CA Things hadn't gone so well for Dan and Kate until this morning, despite Kate's reassurances that she'd met Lenore's new boyfriend. Dan hadn't asked for details, and Kate remained mum, trusting in Barbara. Many times Sandy found Kate with a strange expression on her face, made more obvious when she spoke to Lenore. As the week passed, however, Kate seemed to grow an acceptance to the idea. Meanwhile, Dan pitched a perfect...

SparksChapter 20

23:40 Saturday, July 13th, 1991 Zapata, 93 Cr, 13 Cl Chapinero, Bogotá, D.C. Colombia "In the Sixties, again." Ruben acknowledged his brother with a nod. It's always in the Sixties here, though they'll tell you it's the 'upper teens'. It's the altitude, or something ... it's higher than Flagstaff. Ruben gestured around the small house, located in a residential fringe on the northern edge of the industrial Ciudad Kennedy. "This place is plenty fucking strange, Joachin..." His...

SparksChapter 21

"Sergeant Hauptmann, please. I'll wait if he's not available." Ben was using his dad's credit card to pay for the call. He waited for almost five minutes, before Sergeant Hauptmann picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Sergeant, its PFC Collins, checking in and needing orders." "Ben! Jesus, am I glad to hear your voice! How's Sandy? Your leave going well? You two haven't fought or anything, have you?" Ben laughed. "Christ, Sergeant, is our relationship that obvious? She's fine,...

SparksChapter 22

18:15 Saturday, July 20th, 1991 7914-B Arthur Street Oakland, CA 94621 Sandy and Ben waited in the Gunny's kitchen while the sounds of showers and other preparations floated down the stairs. Deb joined them in the kitchen, wearing a full-length formal black dress with short sleeves and a grey sash, with a short décolletage at the front and a scalloped back. A pearl stickpin rode over her left breast, and a small comb with seed pearls rested in her brown hair behind the left ear. Sandy...

SparksChapter 23

08:10 EDT Friday July 26th, 1991 Building 2748 Ft Benning, GA "Where in hell is your gear, Private?" The speaker wore a black baseball-style hat with silver parachutist's wings and the silver-on-black of a Sergeant First Class' dress rank sewn to the front of his headgear. He stood behind a tall wooden desk-like partition, which stretched down the room chest high, one of many stations to receive soldiers reporting. Ben was alone in the reporting area, standing within the lines painted...

Fly Blackbird Fly

Derek could not believe it. Standing in the performing area of his bar were the three surviving members of the greatest rock band in the world: The Beatles. The thirteen or fourteen patrons were all just as surprised as Derek at this wonderful, but unexpected, surprise. A supposedly normal Tuesday night of beers and chicken wings turned into a reunion of mythical proportions. The Beatles were here and for all practical purposes looked like they might do a set. Paul, George, and Ringo had...

Spider and Fly

Spider & Fly By C As she had twice before, Tanya came to the forest clearing to meetthe woodsman. She darted her head out first and glanced this way and thatto make sure she was safe, and then she stepped into the open. Such cautionwas warranted, for she would have been a prize to boast of for any hunter.She was soft and buxom, her bosom just barely contained by her only clothing,a slate-colored halter top. Her shoulder-length black hair was thick andlustrous, with pretty bangs in front, and...

The Catalyst RebornChapter 7 Learning on the Fly

Dad and TJ began barking out orders like the commanders of the D-day Invasion, with nearly that amount of urgency. Dad started, “Guys, put on your black flight suits and your night vision helmets, you’re going to need them. You guys also need to assume different identities and/or remain invisible until this whole thing is over. I’m not sure how invisibility will work trying to use your helmets. Bob, you and Greg need to ‘pop’ to the boat and hopefully take TJ and me with you.” They told Dad...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 49 Plans For a New Home Learning to Fly

Mark There were about a dozen of us standing in the middle of the field we euphemistically called The Farm. I didn’t like that name. I wanted something more like Tara – the fictional plantation in Gone With The Wind. It didn’t even need to sound that dramatic. I even wanted a pastoral feel to the name since we were in the country. I had put out the need for a better name to everyone, and declared I was the judge and jury on what the winning name was. In fact, I wanted every one of us to love...

Firefly

Zoë was bored. Desperately bored. Amazingly bored. And in need of a fuck, just one good fuck. Letting her beautiful long hair down her back, dressed in her tight top and tighter trousers, she went out for a drink. Finding a good bar, she sat alone at a table for one, bored, lonely, and itching for some goodness. The bar, however, is mainly empty, with people so damn ugly; she wouldn?t fuck ?em for all the gold in Sihnon. Except for one person. A girl, quite the hottie, that she keeps looking...

Firefly

With the film now out a new lease of life it’s about time we tried a Firefly/Serenity story based on Joss Wheadon’s failed TV series about the crew of the cargo ship Serenity. Lead by Captain Mal Reynolds a brooding ex-soldier from the losing side in a war, his first officer Zoë her husband and ships pilot Wash, the ships on board companion and ambassador/whore Inara, the cute engineer Kaylee wanted fugitives Dr Simon Tam and his sister her crazy River, Shepard Book and the Man they call Jayne...

TNWS01 The Girl With The Voice of an AngelChapter 9 The Pageant Flyer

Now that Jessie was alone with Kate she just sat in quiet thought letting all the afternoon’s events slosh around in her head. Eventually Kate spoke again saying, “Well, come on. Let’s get going. Mom’s expecting us back for supper. Have you told your mom you’re having dinner with us?” “Yep!” said Jessie. “And what about Paul? Your dad said he was coming home today. What do you think he will think of all this nudie stuff?” “Nar! Not him!” said Kate. “He won’t be interested in any of that...

Venus Flytrap

Jessica Fallon strolled along the boardwalk at a leisurely pace. Jessica was wearing her new oversized sunglasses with her favorite floppy straw hat and her new powder blue string bikini. Jessica smiled as she felt the beautiful new, gaily colored floral beach wrap flutter around her hips in the ocean breeze. She had her new beach bag, was wearing her new wedge sandals, her killer tan and of course, her crystal pendant necklace. The shops were all packed with shoppers. The vendor stands were...

Spanish Fly d

Chapter 1 The Mark ‘Holy crap I can’t believe it actually came!’ Stanley Jackson said to his friend over the phone. Stan was a nineteen year old recent graduate of Churchill High. He wasn’t the smartest kid in his graduation class but he could top anyone one of them in slyness. Stan was always cooking up some scheme to either make a quick buck or get in some poor girl’s pants. Stan used to brag he had more lines than a Shakespearean play! Most of the time when he was up to one of his half...

Lonely Twenties The Venus Flytrap

"Just go away, Arvan!" shouted Lisa.“It’s no big deal,” replied Arvan, in bed naked with the tanned girl with dark hair.“No, it’s over, fuck you, you are a fucking monster! You don’t show any love, get out!” shouted Lisa, crying after feeling like she had been used.Lisa looked exactly like Dua Lipa with her black hair and was one of the girls on Arvan’s rotation. In the past, she had complained of Arvan not showing enough love. Now Lisa was upset as Arvan had been his usual self, only fucking...

Barfly

I fell in lust the first time I saw her. She was sitting on that barstool, with her skirt stretched about as tight as it could go across her sweet little butt, looking for all the world like some kind of Hollywood starlet. When I thought about it later, as we were balling our brains out in my big old bed, I remembered that I had actually seen her for the first time as she walked into the bar. That makes me a liar? Big deal! That time she was just a long pair of legs in a short skirt.

flyguy

Not my story but one from myhotwife blogA couple weeks back I got an email from a commercial airline pilot who said he’d be flying into my town and wondered if I’d be interested in a rendezvous at the Embassy Suites near the airport. He said he had a six hour layover and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than borrowing another man’s wife for the afternoon. At first I was a little surprised at his forward approach, so I called his bluff and told him to message me and we could talk about...

FLYPAPER

FLYPAPER By Lana B. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. *** The grimy ceiling lamp gently swayed on its rusted chain as the overworked floor fan ten feet away noisily labored to circulate the dank air in the warehouse's cellar. The lamp's wavering light beam shone downward in a broadening cone that softly illuminated the immediate area around the small wooden table but not much else beyond its perimeter. Steve looked into the...

Barfly

I fell in lust the first time I saw her. She was sitting on that barstool, with her skirt stretched about as tight as it could go across her sweet little butt, looking for all the world like some kind of Hollywood starlet. When I thought about it later, as we were balling our brains out in my big old bed, I remembered that I had actually seen her for the first time as she walked into the bar. That makes me a liar? Big deal! That time she was just a long pair of legs in a short skirt. It wasn't...

Barfly

It was deader than four o’clock in Idaho and we were playing to the barmaids. There were maybe ten people in the bar all night, but we put our souls into it anyway. A lot of people think rock and roll is all dope and glamour. I suppose part of it is. But people never stop to consider the empty nights, or the bar owners who don’t want to pay you. But you take the good with the bad, I guess. Anyway, it’s a job. Sure, it’s tough to play when there’s nobody there to...

Venus Flytrap

Caren had never fucked brothers before, let alone twins. Their names were Dominic and Carl — or so they’d told her at the reception desk.She’d seen them in the hotel restaurant the night before. It was difficult not to notice the tall, handsome Latino waiters. A knot of excitement had formed in her stomach, and she’d practically creamed her panties at the possibilities. It was the perfect opportunity, she had thought.Setting it up had been easy. She’d scribbled a note, then winked at one of...

Barfly

My name is Barney and I'm 28-years-old. This story is about a wild experience I had at the Driftwood Bar in my hometown about three months ago. And yes the pictures are real, a guy who just about lives in the bar happens to have a digital camera and is so used to what happens there that he's always prepared. Anyway, I still live with my mother, my dad died when I was sixteen. For some reason I haven't been able to find a good job all my life so it helps me a lot to split costs with mom....

Lightning in a BottleChapter 59 McFly

June 11, 1985 The week spent in Florida during my recovery period is a memory that, over time, has only grown in fondness. It was a week of blessed idleness, of nary a care or responsibility, with my loved one by my side. Inez and I spent nearly the entire time hanging out at her place, either with her parents or by ourselves. We made one trip to the beach, and that was it. Since I was still under doctor's orders to take it easy, going out dancing was not an option. But we were together,...

Venus Flytrap

We're lying on a beach on a tiny holiday island. The sand is white, the sky and ocean blue. Lush green vegetation rises behind the bungalow style rooms of the hotel. The island is no bigger than a public park. We're doing what we do every day; lie on the beach. I'm bored. We see the only single man on the island. He looks bored, aimlessly wandering up and down the beach. 'Invite him over.' I tell my wife Sally. 'Why, do you want him?' she sounds bored too. 'I'm embarrassed that she knows me so...

Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

Pigs Can t Fly

In our initial survey of Sly Bucks’ massive bedroom, one of the uniformed cops discovered a laptop computer under one of the pillows of the billionaire’s bed. It was several days before I had the time to consider what it might contain. I called one of the nerds in our computer section and asked for some help, assuming that everything on the laptop would be password secured.I had completely forgotten about the computer until three days later, one of the computer geeks showed up at my door. “I’m...

She Swallowed the Spider to Swallow the Fly

=== She Swallowed the Spider to Swallow the Fly === by Trismegistus Shandy A much shorter version of this story appeared under the title "Instructions" in Hutcho's mixed tape anthology "Funky Lady" in January 2015. This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. You may repost it on other sites, for instance, or write new stories based on it, as long as you give me credit and release your own stories under the same...

GirlsWay Serene Siren Freya Parker Role Models When Sparks Fly

Freya Parker is an apprentice working towards becoming an electrician. In fact, it’s her first day on an actual job site, having just graduated from a training program. She’s paired up with a seasoned electrician, Serene Siren, whom she will be shadowing for the day. The first part of the day goes by very well, with Freya distinguishing herself in terms of skill and dedication. During some downtime, she eagerly asks Serene some questions about the industry. To her surprise,...

TNWS01 The Girl With The Voice of an AngelChapter 57 The New Pageant Flyer

As all seven, naked kids were standing up and getting ready to leave the mall Jamahl noticed something on the far wall. It was a large community notice board and someone had just pinned up a new flyer ... a very large poster. Jamahl rubbed his eyes and looked as hard as he could as he tried to focus on what was written on that flyer. “Is that what I think it is?” Jamahl eventually asked. The others all looked across the busy concourse to the far wall too see what it was that Jamahl was...

Flying

It was a beautiful spring morning; the air clear, bright, and blue, with just a few high clouds to give the sky definition, the temperature balmy with a slight breeze to keep it fresh. I decided I wanted to go fly, just tool around over the valley, free and happy. Even if the flying is 'stressful' - suddenly you are second in line to land and there is a twin Beech behind you eating up the distance and you are pedaling as fast as you can in your little 150 and don't want to make even a little...

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If I had to pinpoint one thing in my life that struck true, undiluted fear into me, it was flying.The whole ordeal terrified me. I would literally rather cross the country on a train for three days than be stuck in a flying metal tube for five hours, but since no one in my family seemed to care for my opinion, the plane is where I ended up on an August evening. A very large, selfish part of me wished I'd never even agreed to this trip. It wasn't like spending my last month of summer at my...

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The distant cloud tops glow pink, orange, and dusky red under the waning moments of a beautiful April sunset. Sunsets are glorious viewed from 35,000 feet. I roll my head back onto the soft, first-class headrest and close my eyes as I replay the meeting in my mind for the 10th time. “Marci, of the seven firms we interviewed, your presentation was, without doubt, the most outstanding,” the Division President smiled when he had spoken. “My colleagues and I are really pleased to tell you that you...

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Keith Poata stood silently by his canoe as he looked from canoe to river to naked girl then back to the canoe then back to the river then back at this really cute girl with no clothes on. He glanced quickly at the girl’s very sweet looking bare breasts then looked up into her pretty little face but still said nothing. Eventually Keith just shrugged and smiled at the girl and said, “Yer, OK. But ... um ... tell me ... is this campsite a ... is it ... um ... is it a NUDIST campsite by ... by...

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I sat alone in the lunchroom accompanied only by a cold grilled cheese on a dirty plastic tray. Swarms of college students marched in and out of the concession stand of a cafeteria. The food was never enjoyable, even when the grilled cheeses were hot. Everyone was black and white. They were bored, vacant, uninterested in anything going on around them. I’ve never looked in a mirror so I may have been just as bland and colorless as them. It was Valentine’s Day. If you haven’t noticed yet, being...

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2014 by Ayn Ryan. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper credit is...

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You pull into the back of the parking lot at Lake Johnson and park in a remote spot. Checking the clock on the dashboard, it's 10:51am. That gives you 9 minutes to find the spot to hide your new venus butterfly remote. You press the button on the remote to check and make sure it works and BAM! a jolt of electricity surges up through your clit, running up and down your spine. Just as quickly, you turn it off, you can still feel the chills and the front of your black lacy panties are already...

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I would love to fly with you again, to lie down in my seat and know that you would be near me as I slept. I can imagine laying there, dreaming of your body as you walk the dark and empty cabin. Just you and me at 30,000 ft alone, at night. You stand above me, my eyes closed. You look around the cabin. No one else is awake. You have sent your crew to rest. The flight is near empty. Just you alone, and me laying before you.Your hand slides slowly over my blanket, feeling the outline of my body,...

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