Historical Stories

The second story in a series about an OSS Agent/Army Ranger During WWII.

Short story set in the late 1950s its about two police detectives who get sent out on a stakeout and get into a big gun fight.

Early twentieth-century Indian provincial governor, Rajeet, the Raja of Raipur, has groomed fourteen-year-old David, the son of his English accountant, for years and, at last, is bringing him into his household and bed. Rajeet follows the tantric techniques of sex and wants David to learn his favorite tantric positions. He sends him to study with hunky tantric master, Aakesh. What could possibly go wrong with that?

A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
In the frozen heart of occupied France, 1943, a remote nunnery becomes a crucible of sacrilege. SS soldiers descend, executing the men and claiming the thirty nuns for seven days of unrelenting violation. From altar to ashes, innocence is stripped, burned, and reborn in fire. A haunting tale of survival, defiance, and the dark resilience that endures beyond the flames. A Week of Sacrilege in the Snow.

An Entry in the Contest Contest Contest :)
Two brothel madams engage in a fucking contest to see which one is the better fucker. The contestants are Big Ass Sue Butram and Mary "Tits" Maguire. The prizes are the brothel owned by the loser and the lover claimed by both women. The competition is fierce, and you may be surprised at who wins. The contest judges are the mayor, the town marshal, and a saloon owner. Take off your pants and spurs and join in the fun, it only costs four-bits to become a fucker!

German arms manufacturer, Helmut Kruger, goes on safari in Tanganyika in 1935 to try out a new rifle design in lion hunting. He takes his fourteen-year-old boy toy, Kurt, with him. Kurt and the game hunter guide, Matthew Walker, hit it off—maybe a bit too well.

In the bloodsoaked chapel, following the Duke of Warwick's revenge, Amity gives praise to the lord. Amity's vow of denial is the only sacrifice she can make to the Lord who has spared her the fate suffered by the rest of the Baron of Flint's demesne as a result of his stupidity and dereliction of duty.

Loosely based on the father I grew up with and many of his generation. Perhaps a bit of historical flashback for the newer generation to think about! If they grew up with a different sort of Dad.