First Stories

Designing and fighting machines was a hobby. When fleet came to him after a match they did not give him much choice. They wanted a new armored combat suit and they wanted him to design and building it.

Conscripted into the service was expected but not what happened to my sister. When we got to War it was devastating as men died around me. Then we found a way to even the odds and it was the sergeants and officers who died. Only when that happened our government abandoned us and we learned about the laws here on War and what we could do.

My parents left my sister Dena and me at home for a week one summer. Dena's friend Kim provided the impetus for us to find each other.

Micky joins his sister-in-law's brother, Dave, for a day on the water. Surprisingly, the day also includes Dave's teen nieces, Paula and Dianna. A deal is struck for Micky's second job in Florida.

The young brother and sister fell into the "coming of age" in a different way.

Two very different eighth-grade cuties -- a cheerleader and an honor roll student -- independently set out on the same day on similar missions: to suck teacher cock in exchange for grade improvements. We follow their intertwining stories -- so similar in conception, yet so variant in execution.

After I graduated from high school, I went to visit my favourite cousin and her new husband. Oh, I sure got to know him quite well, even intimately.

Join John White as he travels through life from high school to middle age. John starts out as the preferred high school stud and goes from there to become a professional gigolo. He forms a company of like minded males in college and they make their fortune. His first conquest is his older sister, and she finds him other contacts. The women he meets pay well for his attention, and he quickly goes from coeds to adults. This is a sex-romp, so be prepared.

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?