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3. War Romance is Hell. Part 2. By Sylque.
Slowly he wiggled the digit back and forth as he gently pulled it in and out of her virgin pussy. He could feel the fleshy folds marking the g-spot inside of her with the tip of the middle finger. She responded beautifully to his touch. Her whole body shivered and she moaned with ecstasy. Christelle began to relax, and he could feel the change in the kegels.
Sensing the relaxation, he took the opportunity to slide a second finger in with the first.
“Oh my, that's so good!”That was all the encouragement he needed. He worked the fingers in and out, wiggling them back and forth at the same time. Hopefully, she would enjoy what was coming next.
His lips moved off of her breast and kissed their way down towards the mons.
“Where're you going mon cher?”“Trust me, you're going to love this!” With that, he slid his tongue over the clitoral hood.
The fingers never stopped working in and out of the wet pussy. Her moan was the best one yet, and Christelle felt like a pure bolt of lightning had just struck her. It was the most exquisite lightening in the world. The feeling of drifting on the clouds came over her as his tongue played against her clit and his fingers played in her vagina. All the experience he had with those girls in high school was definitely paying off now. He could feel her excitement. As her body tensed and trembled, Liebgut realized he was nearing her first orgasm. He wondering what it would be like.
He didn't have to wait long. As his tongue slid up and down the labia and across the clitoral hood, she began to rock her hips involuntarily. The moans piercing the night were reaching a crescendo, nearly managing to drown out the distant sounds of the battle.
The two lovers had only enough attention to pay to each other though, and for them, everything else in the world was already drown out. An explosion of vaginal ejaculate exploded against Liebgut's face as she cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh mon Dieu! Mon cher! Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!” Her first orgasm gushed onto the blanket and her lover as she clamped her legs around her his ears, holding him tightly in the throes of orgasm.
Once she stopped thrashing about, he gently slid his fingers from inside of her pussy. Taking a hold of her panties, Liebgut drew them down her legs and tossed them off to the side of the blanket. They were as thoroughly soaked as his face and the blanket are. He rose up onto his knees and shifted his own underwear down. Once they were far enough down he sat back on his butt and pulled them off, tossing them to the side. Her chest was still heaving from the throws of her orgasm as he slid his militarily trim body back on top of hers. All nine inches of his cock was wedge between his body and hers, pressing against her very wet labia. She moaned even more.
“I told you, you'd like it!”
“Oui! Oui! Now, I want to feel you inside of me.” She raised her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him tighter into her.
He shifted his hips just enough. The tip of his cock slid down her wet pussy touching against her clit. Almost like a flick, his erect shaft pushed into her slick fleshy folds.
As he pushed his hips forward, driving the cock deep into her, she moaned into his ear, “Je t'aime!”
Leaving his cock buried to the hilt inside of her pussy, “I'm so glad you said yes! I'll love you until the day we die!”
She moaned out in pleasure and he began to slide his hips back, drawing the thick shaft of his cock out of her. Just as the tip was about to come out completely, he began pushing it forward again, sliding himself back inside of her. Their lips played together, and their tongues finally slid out and met each other as he began to push and pull his thick cock in and out of her.
It was slow and deliberate, designed to draw the experience out. He was well and truly making love to her. This was new ground for him, but she was enjoying it. Her body, her moans, the hands scratching down his back, her lips and tongue against his, all told him this was the right way to make love. Her body was beginning to tremble yet again, just as it had before her very first orgasm.
He could feel the tensing of her muscles. Kegels began to clamp down on his cock as the shaft slid in and out of her pussy. The increased friction was all she could take. Crying out loudly as she pulled her lips away from his, another orgasm raced through her body. The squelching of her ejaculation could be heard as he held his cock deep inside of her.
He smiled down at her. “You're truly amazing mon cher!”
“You make me feel so good. But I want to feel you cum in me now.”Giggling, he rolled them both so that she was now on top of him. His small body was very strong thanks to the years of physical condition in the Army and the intense fighting. Rolling them around to this position was quite easy for him. Her own laughter joined his at the completion of the roll. The new position allowed a new dynamic of how his cock was penetrating inside of her. Instinctively, she began rocking her hips back and forth. He started to moan in pleasure himself as he pussy slid along his thick hard shaft. The hot, wet folds swallowed his cock hungrily with each thrust.
Soon, she was leaning back and riding his cock like a pro. His hands slid up her sides and began fondling her breasts. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm and round as any young girls typically were. The ravages of age had not yet begun to touch Christelle's body. Living life under the German occupation had kept her body very trim, and the new work as a nurse with the field hospital for the 45th Infantry Division had helped tone things up a bit. Private Liebgut marvelled at them as the bounced and swayed with the grinding of her hips against his. His hands groped, fondled, cupped, and in all other ways continued to play with those beautiful rounded mounds of flesh. Pinching the nipples between his forefinger and thumb, he started the roll the rock hard nipples back and forth. The nipples were now hardened from arousal instead of the cold. The two lovers were making enough heat with their bodies that beads of sweat were running across their smooth skin.
As their bodies moved against each other, their moaning grew louder and louder. Liebgut knew he was nearing fruition, but he wanted to keep this going. He wasn't ready to return to war just yet. For him, there was no war, no death, no bombs, and no bullets. For him, there was only his fiancée, Christelle.
He could feel each thrust of her hips as she rode on his cock. Her own body was bracing itself for another orgasm itself. A couple more thrusts of the hips, a few more moans, and she was gushing out another orgasm. Liebgut could feel it running down the creases of his groin and along his ass. It was such an intense feeling. It was a sheer act of true willpower that kept him from releasing his own orgasm.
Christelle had her head rocked back, her long dark brown hair slightly tickling his balls. Now that the orgasm had passed, she slumped forward, her breasts pushing into the muscles of his chest.
“That was truly amazing mon amour!”The two lovers lay with their bodies intertwined for a few minutes before Christelle sat up and got off to the side. There she placed herself on her hands and knees while looking back over her shoulder. “Johnny, I want you to fuck me like one of your American girls now.”
Her meaning was clear as a bell, and he quickly got himself onto his knees behind her. There was no need for any lubrication. The squirting orgasms he had induced in her so far had made sure that everything slid against each other nearly frictionless. As he brought himself up to her, Liebgut pushed the entire length of his thick shaft deep into her pussy. The tip of the cock touched the cervix inside of her with his angle of penetration, and Christelle moaned out with the penetration.
Liebgut knew that he was nearing his own orgasm, but he wanted to be able to let her enjoy the doggy style a little more. With a great effort of willpower he slowed himself down. His thick, hard cock slid out of the extremely wet pussy with slow deliberate strokes. Just as the head of his penis was about to pull out of the labia, he would ram his hips forward with a powerful thrust. Christelle cried out with the thrust. He kept drawing it out slowly and then ramming it back home deeply inside of her.
Each of the thrusts rocked her forward on her hands and knees, swinging her hair forward. She was moaning and panting loudly with her head hung down looking at her own breasts.
Without meaning to, he began to speed up the rhythm of his pulling out and thrusting forward. It was only a matter of a couple minutes before he was fucking her wildly. His own moans echoed in the small room with hers. The moans were mixed with the sounds of the approaching war. Rambervillers was under a counter-attack by the Germans. The lovers in their passion we oblivious to the falling artillery as it approached their love nest. With a last tremendous thrust that forced Christelle forward enough her arms collapsed to where she was resting on her elbows, Liebgut let forth a mighty moan of pleasure as he finally reached an orgasm. His hot cum pumped deeply into her vagina, and quickly spilled over, dripping from her labia. It was aided by Christelle's final orgasm. Her gushing ejaculate was much less this time, after so many orgasms it was bound to be dwindling, aided in flushing his recently released seed from her pussy.
They both collapsed onto the blanket and lay there panting, spooning, in the candle light. The bottle of wine was back in the bucket where they had left it, and their love making had caused the two cups to fall over, spilling their contents onto the blanket. Slowly the world starting coming back to them.
They were quickly reminded that they were in a war zone as artillery shells were raining close enough to shake the rafters of the building they were in.
“Son of a bitch,” cried Liebgut! “We're under attack. We've gotta go!”
With the finely honed reflexes of a fighting man in the prime of his life, Liebgut was up and pulling his uniform back on. Quick as a flash, his fingers were working the buttons and catches of his gear fastening it in place. If his heart hadn't already been racing from his recent love making, it surely would be trying to pound its way of his chest. Each explosion sounded closer than the last, and the rafters were raining dust down onto the two lovers incessantly.
Christelle was not as experienced in reacting quickly as her lover was. She didn't have the years of training, discipline, and combat experience to help her as she tried to pull her cumbersome nurse's uniform back on. Her blue dress was back on, and she was trying to pull the hem down into place at the same time she was trying to pull the apron over her head. They had never removed her nurse's hat, and the apron was getting caught in the hat.
Liebgut grabbed his rifle then walked over and pulled the apron from Christelle, “I hardly think it’s the time for that mon armour!”
“Forget the apron, we've gotta go, now!”She hadn't even put her shoes on and he was busy dragging her out of the building into the street. A fierce battle was raging. Heavy artillery was falling everywhere around the city. Machine gun fire was mixed with rifle fire, and it sounded very close. Liebgut was sure he could hear the clanking of tanks and the heavy cacophony made as they fired their cannons.
Quickly he glanced around, deciding which way to take his fiancée so as to best protect her. Just as he made up his mind a shell hit the building they had just been in directly. The explosion knocked Liebgut off his feet and flung him across the street. He was dazed by the blast, and picked himself up. The training kicked in and he remembered to grab his helmet. He turned back to see what had happened to Christelle.
Men shouted and screamed. A child's cry could be heard among the din. The rat-tat-tat of machine gun fire rang through the air. Nausea came with each shock wave as another mortar round fell near. Every artillery burst sent more shrapnel slicing through bodies. Private Liebgut held his helmet loosely at his side. His M1 lay forgotten in the rubble at his feet.
The dark eyes stared blankly down on Christelle's shattered face, laying beneath some of the rubble. About an hour ago, he had given her the small diamond ring that now glinted from the fires around her broken body. He couldn't believe it was there on her finger, her dead finger.
A shot rang out clearly in the night, bringing him back to the battle that raged around him. It was too late! Just as he started to move his skull exploded into a red mist of broken skull fragments, grey matter, white matter, and blood. His body crumpled next to the woman's he had planned to wed.The End.
3. War Romance is Hell. Part 1. By SylqueMen shouted and screamed. A child's cry could be heard among the din. The rat-tat-tat of machine gun fire rang through the air. Nausea came with each shock wave as another mortar round fell near. Every artillery burst sent more shrapnel slicing through bodies. Private Liebgut held his helmet loosely at his side. His M1 lay forgotten in the rubble at his feet. The dark eyes stared blankly down on Christelle's shattered face, laying beneath some of the rubble.
About an hour ago, he had given her the small diamond ring that now glinted from the fires around her broken body. He couldn't believe it was there on her finger, her dead finger. A shot rang out clearly in the night, bringing him back to the battle that raged around him. It was too late! Just as he started to move his skull exploded into a red mist of broken skull fragments, grey matter, white matter, and blood. His body crumpled next to the woman he had planned to wed.
The sun beat down on the range as the rapid sounds of gun fire filled the air with a cacophonous din. Men could be heard shouting up and down the line as the recruits aimed their rifles and fired down range. Sweat dripped down their foreheads and into their eyes as they squinted in the bright sunlight. As a soldier in the 45th Infantry division, Private Liebgut had been moved to Camp Barkeley for advanced infantry training in 1942 with the rest of the division. He had enlisted in his home town of Fort Sill, OK thinking that if he joined the guard unit there, he wouldn't have to go to war whenever the US joined.
He completed the basic training at Fort Sill with the rest of the division after they were federalized becoming an active unit in the US Army. As far as Liebgut could tell, this was really just an extension of his basic training. The only thing that had changed was their location. Squeezing the trigger, his M1 Garand infantry rifle sent lead down towards his target, 25 meters down range. The effect seemed almost instantaneous from the time he squeezed the trigger to the time the hole appeared in the silhouette target. Assigned to the 157th Infantry Regiment in his division, Liebgut belonged to a rifle squad, and he was one of the best marksmen in the company. Today, he was showing that to his sergeants as the prowled up and down the firing line, yelling at any private making a mistake. Squinting, he squeezed off another round, barely missing dead center.
Private Liebgut couldn't remember the last time he was dry. The Division had moved to Fort Devens MA. They were practicing amphibious assault training in preparation for the invasion of Italy. Of course, being a private in his company, Liebgut had no idea what the bigger plans were. All he knew was that the training involved getting in and out of boats, and “running” through the water as they mock assaulted beaches
Cold weather training in Pine Camp NY was even worse. Private Liebgut knew he should not have made those comments about it couldn't get any worse. Now, he was cold, wet, and miserable. At least back at Fort Devens, he was only wet and miserable.
They had received their orders, and they now knew they were heading for Italy. The entire Division was boarding the transport ships Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation. It was 1943, and it was just over two years since Liebgut had gotten on the bus to take him out to the training grounds at Fort Sill.
Now, he was a trained US soldier heading across the world to fight on foreign soil. The other men in his squad were pressed in against him as headed up the gang plank to his transport ship. Carrying his duffel bag over his shoulder with everything he owned in it, he looked at America for the last time. He wouldn't be able to get up on deck as the ship shoved off. He was too busy throwing up in the latrine (head as the sailors called it) from the movement of the ship. If he had known he would never see America again, he probably would have just puked over the side of the ship.
It had been a long and brutal war. The division had been kept in reserve while in Africa, awaiting the invasion of Italy. However, they took a lead role in the invasion of Sicily, landing near Scoglitti on the 10th of July, 1943. This was the first combat the 45th had seen since being activated. It wouldn't be the last. They pushed northward, participating in their second amphibious landing of the war. On 10 September 1943, they landed in Agropoli and Paestum as the Fifth Army (the Army that the 45th Infantry Division was assigned to) prepared to assault Salerno. They moved up the boot to the Gustav Line, where the 45th Infantry Division was used to land behind the German troops at Anzio on 22 January 1944. This played an integral role in the battle of Monte Cassino, some of the fiercest fighting in Italy. One major achievement for the 45th Division was being the first military unit to enter the Vatican.
On August 15, 1944 at St. Maxime, the 45th Infantry Division conducted its fourth amphibious landing of the war. Miraculously, Libegut had gone through all of that fighting without a scratch. The men of his unit considered him their lucky charm.
“Stay close to Liebgut, and you'll come out without a scratch!”
It was good natured ribbing, and Liebgut took it in stride.
For his part, he killed the German soldiers with a passion. He rarely missed when he shot, and he was always requesting more ammunition whenever they were passing it out. Operation Dragoon was different though. While engaged in a small running fire fight against the retreating Germans, Liebgut had been grazed by a bullet. It didn't bring him off the line, but he was wounded again. A piece of shrapnel had embedded itself in his left shoulder.
While waiting in a field hospital, Liebgut first met Christelle. She was his nurse for the first day, and he fell in love with her immediately.
Christelle was used to these young men coming through the hospital. They all fell in love with her, and they were all gone just as quickly. She didn't even take notice of their efforts to seduce her anymore. However, something about this Liebgut was different. He only spent a couple of days in the hospital as a patient. However, every time he got a chance, he would visit her in the field hospital. He was certainly a charmer. He would pick wild flowers on his way to the hospital, and present them to her with a flourish or a magic trick every time. His persistence paid off, for she finally consented to heading into the local French town with her. She went on the promise that he would not try to speak any more French to her though. Typically, he butchered her native tongue so badly that she didn't know what he was even trying to say.
As the front pushed north and west, the field hospital kept relocating along with the 45th Infantry Division. Christelle realized that she was actually falling in love with this brash American. They were strolling through Rambervillers, waiting for the rest of the allies to catch up. He was in his OD's (olive drabs) holding her hand as they talked idly about their lives.
Liebgut explained how he grew up on a farm outside of Fort Sill, and why he had enlisted. Christelle spoke of life under German occupation, and how she had trained to be a nurse while waiting for the liberation that was a long time in coming.
“Johnny,” she said, “What will you do after the war?”
“I was wondering when you might bring this up? Christelle, mon amour, Je t'aime! Veux-tu m'épouser?” As he asked her to marry him, professing his love, he knelt down on his right knee in the dirt road.From the right pocket of his uniform blouse he had produced a glittering diamond ring. This he held up to her. The lights of the artillery in the distance glinted gleefully off the beautiful stone set in the golden band. It was truly a simple ring, but in the darkness of the French village lit by the occasional flash of a bomb it shown as brilliantly as any star in the night sky.
“Oui!” She cried happily, as she allowed him to place the ring on her finger.
He stood up and cradled her gently in his arms as their lips pressed tightly together. All the sounds of the war in the distance faded to nothing as the kiss lingered.
When their lips parted, “Johnny, will you take me to the America with you. I don't care if I never see France again. I want to live with you on your farm, and have a large family. I want our children to grow up in a free land.”
“Of course mon amour.” He pressed his lips to hers again wrapping his arms around her tightly. So, it turned into erotic petting. His hands went up and down the wool shawl she wore over her nurse's uniform. Christelle's hands too began to roam over Liebgut's uniform. He had been respectful to her from the day they met, but after she had accepted his proposal there was a passion inside them that needed to be let out.
Liebgut's hands slipped under the shawl and began working to untie the white apron. Once it was free, he started to slide it up and over her head, letting it fall to the dirt of the road they were currently standing in the middle of.
“Johnny, we can't. Not here.” Her voice said no, but her body and eyes said she wanted nothing more.
“It's OK mon amour, I know a place.” He took her by the hand, and they lightly ran down the road towards and partially bombed out building.
The light of a couple candles flickered in a room near the back of the building. The room had no windows which to let the light out, so they were safe from snipers or other enemy spotters. A green army blanket covered a small portion of the floor. Two badly dented army field cups sat on the blanket, with a French planter sitting on the blanket. Sticking out of the top of the blanket was the neck of a bottle of wine. There was no label on the bottle, but the wine inside of the bottle was a deep blood red.
As Christelle looked down at the room, a drip of the tallow from the burning candles dripped onto the floor. “You had this planned.”
“Of course I did. I was hoping that you'd say yes.”She didn't know if she should be offended or flattered. Obviously he intended to bed her tonight. “So you assumed I would sleep with you when saying yes?”
He stammered, slightly taken aback, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. “I, well, uh, that is…”
“It's OK.” She slipped her shoes off, leaving them by the edge of the blanket as she walked towards the wine.
As she stepped forward, she pulled the blue nurses dress up and over her head. She wore only a pair of white cotton briefs beneath the dress. Stockings were almost non-existent since the Germans had invaded, and braziers were a scarce luxury as well. “Pour for me Johnny.”
He needed no more encouragement. As he rounded the blanket, he managed to work his boots off, dropping them haphazardly beside the blanket. Liebgut had forgotten a cork screw, so he used one of the rounds for his M-1 to push the cork into the bottle. Gently he poured the wine into each of the cups, and they drank together, toasting their engagement.
After the first cup, he went to pour more of the fermented grapes, but Christelle stopped him, “No more.” She rose up onto her knees. He could clearly see that the cool night air was chilling her skin. The nipples of her breasts were rock hard. Reaching out, she began working the buttons of his military blouse until it hung open. Gently she ran her hands up under the blouse and over his shoulders, pushing the blouse down and off his back. Her lips pressed lightly to the skin of his neck. He could feel an electric charge course through his body as the excitement of her touch set him off.
He crossed his arms in front, untucking and grabbing the bottom of his undershirt. Quickly he pulled it off over his head. The muscles of his bare chest rippled in the candle light as Christelle draw her fingers down across his chest. He reached out and cupped her breasts gently, leaning in to kiss her at the same time. As their lips played against each other, Christelle reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.
As the green pants slid off, they laid against each other onto the blanket. The bulge in his underpants was quite apparent. His large cock pitched a tent as well as any army unit could accomplish. This he pressed against her mons while they embraced gently on the floor. She moaned out lightly as his shaft pressed against. She ached to feel it penetrating inside of her. Sliding gently along the soft pink folds of her labia. Quickly her pussy became wet just thinking about having his massive cock inside of her.
Softly she moaned into his ear, “Make love to me!”
Rolling he brought himself on top of her. His lips worked gently down her cheeks to her jaw bone. Lightly he ran his tongue down the side of her neck. His lips danced playfully down her chest to her right breast. There, his tongue circled around her nipples before he clamped his mouth onto the breast and began suckling. All the while he continued grinding his hips against hers. Her moans were becoming louder and more longing for the love they were about to make. Walking his lips across her chest with little kisses, Liebgut shifted his attention to her left breast. Every touch of his body against hers brought Christelle to new heights of arousal. Her pussy was getting more and more wet by the minute. Even the white cotton of her panties were getting moist, darkening with the evidence of her arousal.
As he played with her breasts, a hand moved down and began to caress the sweet spot through her panties.
“Gently my love,” she said, “it's my first time.”
Not wanting to stop his ministrations to her breasts, he only nodded an assent.
Softly he pet the panties, getting them even wetter with each stroke. Once her moans had reached a level that could no longer be called soft, he gently slid them to the side. The tips of his fingers traced lightly up and down her labia. Each time he found her clitoral hood, Christelle felt a jolt go through her whole body. It felt exquisite, and she wanted more. Her legs spread apart more, to allow him easier access. He couldn't believe how wet she was, nor how easily his finger slid into her when he decided to push one in. His middle finger slid in as far as it possibly could go as easily as a bayonet slides into the enemy. As loud gasping moan escaped from her lips as she experienced her first ever penetration.
– Continued –
2. Soumatou Phenomenon. By Skydance.The pain was swift. It was quick. The light was bright and the thunderous noise came after.
In those few unexpected seconds my life was over. One minute I was walking to work in the bustling street going about my normal business like any other day and the next, my world was flattened and powdered in a grey dust. Swirls of dusty particles danced in the air and there was a stench of burnt meat.
Time seemed to go slow as my brain lazily registered that the rubble of fallen buildings and dust around me was the street, where shops and trams had once been busy. People and things had just been zapped and vaporised and others had fallen, like me, charred and dying.
I had been blown right off my feet. I was face down. My body could only move slightly, more writhing on the ground. My hands were black, outstretched as I tried to move and stand. My skin had melted. I was unsure what had happened. I was scared and wondered what I must look like; but then my mind went back in that strange, short time between life and death. That time where your life flashes between your eyes. It seems to be in slow motion going round like a soumatou.
A saumatou was a two-layered lantern. The inner layer revolved and had images cut into it and was such that when it turned, the shapes appeared to move around the lantern. The slow moving shapes were images of my life.
The Images of my life revolved like that through my mind, speeding up a little and I felt an eerie calmness as I watched.
Now they came more into focus and flickered, like a cinema reel and was a personal film of my life. My parents and my siblings were laughing and joking and looking towards me as the camera. I saw them more clearly. They were seen in jerky, sticky movements. Special days: weddings, births, deaths and funerals; then my own wedding day. All important times in my life.
Then it slowed, slowed to one of my favourite memories of all times…
It was a beautiful summer day, by the river. The butterflies bounced softly from flower to flower, the bees gently buzzed about their nectar business and the birds were singing their joy of another sun filled, happy day. The trickle of the water made it one of the most beautiful days of my life. Occasionally the sound of a plopping fish could be heard as it jumped from the water and splashed back in again.
He was with me of course. The most handsome, funny, clever and wise man, I had ever had the good fortune to meet.
We were lying in the long green and yellow grass, enjoying the day and each other’s company. We looked into each other’s eyes and then kissed.
His lips devoured mine in a sensuality that took my breath away and his hands began a slow explore that had me screaming for more. Barely taking a second for our lips to separate, he edged down and grabbed the hem of my dress, a red qipao patterned in a splattering of small gold flowers. He lifted it over my head in one swooping movement. I was naked much to his delight. I was small enough to get away with not wearing any underwear and only a lover would get close enough to find out.
We returned to our embrace. I pushed him back, gently but firmly until he fell back on the mossy grass. We looked at each other, desire arcing between our bodies. He unbuttoned his trousers and I pulled them down his legs, revealing his hardness. He took off his shirt and soon I was on top of him, kissing his mouth, his neck and nibbling his ears. I blew and let my warm breath ripple along his skin. He moaned and smiled, letting me love him.
I aligned myself so my swollen clitoris was rubbing against his shaft, his fingernails glided along my back. Our lovemaking was too important to skimp on foreplay usually, but I had decided we had been teasing each other for hours, walking along the river, fluttering our eyes, little touches and smiles with flirty words. I reached between my legs and led his cockhead to my wet opening.
I groaned deeply as he entered me, going slowly, allowing me to stretch and welcome him. We kissed, we always kissed and he loved to taste my mouth.
I sat up, eager to take him in fully. He loved to watch my beautiful small breasts, still quite firm, as I gyrated and danced on top of him. I reached for his hands, moved them to feel my tits. His touch was so desirable. Then, linking his hands with mine, I moved them back, up over his head and grasped each one on to the grass. I let my breasts tease and brush his lips. I held his hands down firmly, it gave me added leverage as I rode him.
He eventually pulled one hand free and moved it down to our joined bodies. He took some of my wetness from his shaft and coated my clitoris before massaging it. Soon I felt an orgasm building deep within, starting from my toes and my moans grew louder as it reached my mons. Our secluded surround allowed me to be as vocal as I wanted. I moaned and announced to nature, my pleasure with a freedom I found exhilarating.
I collapsed against him, still working my pelvis, “I love you Tsutomu,” I whispered in his ear.
“I love you too wife,” he whispered back.
I again sat up and my brown eyes locked on his. “Are you ready to seal our love?” I murmured softly. I moved on him faster until I felt his cock twitch and he let out groans of his own. Soon I felt his warmth fill me and I smiled when he growled my name in rapture, “Naoko! My heart, my love.”
Again I kissed his mouth as my pelvis slowly milked every last drop of semen from his cock.
We fell asleep to the sound of the water trickles, the bouncing colourful butterflies on the flowers, the soft hum of wandering bees and the gentle caress of the summer breeze. How different it was then. How idyllic. War had a way of making you appreciate things more, for my precious soldier husband had to leave soon after. The Emperor wanted him and lots of young men to return and report for duty in his Imperial Army.
As my life ebbed away and I took my final rasping breath, I sent a last prayer to him, “Don’t come back to Hiroshima, it’s not safe my love. Goodbye my darling. Remember me. Remember us with a smile. Tsutomu, I love you always.”
Somewhere in the jungle of the Far East, the fruit bats in the trees were restless and suddenly took flight as though sensing something terrible and catastrophic had happened. Their large wings, chirps and screeches filled the skies in their skittish flight before eventually settling back down again in the trees, still wittering, still complaining, the sound slowly dying down again.
At the same time they suddenly left their branches, a soldier suddenly felt a terrible sense of loss and shuddered. He saw the startled fruit bats fill the skies. He knew something awful had happened at home. The feeling was overwhelming. Tsutomu did not know why he knew, he just did. The feeling had seeped right through to his spiritual soul.
Tsutomu shivered again in the tropical heat. As the bats began to settle again, a cold emptiness seemed to wrap around his heart. He knew somehow he would never see his wife, Naoko, again. It was the moment her prayer had landed on him to keep him safe. He looked up to the heavens.
“Naoko, I love you my darling,” he whispered to the clouds, tears trickling down his face. He thought he saw her wispy face form in the blue sky for a moment.
“I love you always,” she seemed to mouth before disappearing forever.
The date was Monday August 6, 1945.
This date was to make history. On this day in 1945, at 8:16 a.m. Japanese time, the American B-29 bomber, the Enola Gay, dropped the world's first atom bomb, codenamed “Little Boy,” over the city of Hiroshima.
Approximately 80,000 people were killed as a direct result of the blast, and another 35,000 were injured. At least another 60,000 would be dead by the end of the year from the effects of the fallout.
U.S. President Harry S. Truman was discouraged by the Japanese none response to the Potsdam Conference’s demand for unconditional surrender to the United States, Great Britain and China. He therefore made the decision to use the atom bomb to end the war and so prevent what he predicted would be a much greater loss of life were the United States to invade the Japanese mainland.
When the second bomb, codenamed “Fat Boy” after Winston Churchill was dropped over the city of Nagasaki on Thursday 9 August 1945 three days later, it worked.
Japan surrendered to the Allies on Tuesday 14 August 1945. The war was over.
World War II was the deadliest military conflict in history in absolute terms of total dead. Over 60 million people were killed, which was about 3% of the 1940 world population, estimated as 2.3 billion at the time.
Albert Einstein once said, “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
Lest we ever forget.
The End.
1. A Woman Always Helps. Part 2. By Momma_Andrea.That evening was her night to sleep over. The nurses took turns staying in the ward in case their men had troubles with pain or an emergency. The bed lay behind a privacy curtain behind the desk near the door. All her G.I.s were medicated and asleep. Lili would have some hours before phantom pains or nightmares set in. The ones that woke up screaming were the worst. You had to go slow and remind them where they were, because for a while they’d still be in the fight.
She settled down with her uniform loosened and her shoes tidily put under the bed. Just as she was nodding off she heard it. It was faint, barely a noise, but in the stillness of a sleeping hospital it may as well be applause. Someone was crying. A restrained weeping as they tried to hold back the tears; It disturbed the rhythm and made it more noticeable.
The petite pinay put her stockinged feet to the floor and padded softly across the cool white tiles soundlessly. The noise echoed a little, but there was only one direction to go. She reached the east end and knew for sure. It was Walter, he lay on his side and tried to cry into the pillow. Her heart broke for him. Her brave warrior had finally folded and began acceptance. It would heal him but it was still hard.
“Walt?” She quietly announced. ‘never sneak up on them,’ she had learned that early. “Walter?” She sat gently behind him and just put her small hand on his back.
“Go away.” The marine squeaked out.
Lilibeth didn’t move, but she didn’t say anything either. She just began to rub his back, up and down his spine; her palm slid along his skin. She couldn’t help it and let her fingers run into the close crop of the bottom of his hair on his neck. Walt lay in his sorrow and didn’t react. Still she stayed caressing her wounded warrior, the devil dog who fought to free her home.
“Walt, you can talk to me. It’s just Lilibeth.” She offered.
Walt hesitated a long time. “I should have died, it would have been easier to die.” He spoke to the wall. “Half a man… I should have died.”
She was taken back by his statement even though she had expected it. “Walt, look at me.” Lilibeth tugged on his shoulder until he rolled toward her. “You are a WARRIOR.” she said with strength. “A fighter, a defender, a protector. None of that changes because you are wounded.”
Walt sat up still looking at her. “I was a warrior.” He cast his eyes down to his missing parts. “Now I am this.”
Lilibeth made a decision and laid a hand upon his cheek. She looked into his sad eyes there in the moonlight and slowly moved in and kissed him. It was gentle and sensual. Her lips brushed his and lingered on his upper lip. Her nose brushed his cheek as she pressed harder.
Walt was caught off guard and sat motionlessly. The smell of the oleander and her musk filled his senses, but still he broke the kiss. “What are you doing?”
Lili gave just a slightly crooked grin. “Reminding you that you’re a man.” She used her mother’s words and kissed him again, putting his unresisting hand on her modest breast. Walt didn’t stop her but sat passively taking in all that was Lilibeth, her smell, her warmth, the feel of her through the dress and bra. He tasted her on the kiss and looked into her chocolate drop eyes. When she broke it she smiled dreamily and again her hand went to his bristle haired neck. Now she pressed herself to him and Walt did what a man should do; He wrapped her in his arms as she leaned across the bed and into him. He held her slim body and took charge of the kiss. She was so slender his fingers came back around to her ribs and she was light in his embrace. He pressed her lips until she opened up and they shared the kiss of the soul. She clung to him, trying to be careful of the places still held with stitches. Her arm under his shoulder and the other played with the nape of his neck.
“Lilibeth” He said softly in adoration when they broke the kiss.
The sweet pinay girl looked up at him. “Walt.” she answered. “Always a man.”
When he kissed her again her hand trailed down his gown and found his still flaccid tool, but a few kisses was hardly a test. With a few gentle rubbings through the cloth she began to feel it swell. Walter kissed her harder and Lilibeth reached underneath and tickled the sensitive head. It took time to grow, but he was a man as all men are; She knew.
She felt it slowly swell against her palm as their kiss held. Walt’s fingers roamed down her back to her bent rump. She rested in his arms and let her hands roam his body. She knew where all his stitches were and was careful of them, but she caressed his skin with the softness of a rose. His furred torso trembled under her care. She felt his fingers slip under her dress and slide into her garter belt. Now it was her turn to tremble.
He finally broke the kiss, “It’s been a long time.”
Lilibeth nodded as she looked up shyly at him, “For me too.”
Walt just smiled at that and dove into her neck. The scent of oleander filled his nose and intoxicated him. Her hair was so soft on his face, like fine silken threads. Lili threw her head back in bliss and moaned softly as he nibbled her throat. Her tickling fingers had gone to full grasp and she softly squeezed the member in her hand. It strengthened and hardened as she knew it would. Her other hand held onto Walt’s neck as she stroked the bristled hairs. She felt his tongue and teeth and he even nibbled at her ear. Walt’s fingers followed the curve of her bottom and slid along the cleft of her cheeks. His big hand gripped it easily and pulled gently on her butt, separating the twin globes and methodically rubbing her ass.
She kept her hand away from his testes and held his dick upward. Gently she pumped his engorging cock and felt it grow to full length. It was thick and veined and felt so warm and alive. She smiled inwardly at Walt’s fears, “There was nothing wrong with this man.” she thought. Walt for his part ran his fingers deeper in her crack, finding the pressed together lips of her slippery folds. He took a moment to lick his fingertips and dove them back to their purpose. He ran them just up and down along their crease, teasing the puffy lips and revelling in her silky straight hairs. Slowly he brought his hand forward around her supple thigh and Lilibeth cocked her leg for him. Walt pressed his palm to her warm sex and the satiny feel of the dark fur there. He rubbed her mound and let his fingers glide along the now slightly parted flesh.
Lilibeth pulled herself gently from his embrace and quietly got off the bed. They never stopped looking at each other though and Walt knew from her sultry stare that she wasn’t going anywhere. With so little sound she pulled the curtain around the hospital bed and then began unbuttoning the white uniform. The marine watched her in the moonlight as she pushed it past her shoulders. She wore no bra for her small pert breasts and Walt suddenly found himself hungry for them. She stepped out of the one piece garment and stood in her white stockings and garter belts. The contrast against her copper skin was angelic and Walt marvelled at the sight.
Softly she climbed back on the bed, her hands gently pressing at his thick shoulders as they tenderly kissed. Walt lay down and let his hands go to her slim hips. They still stared at each other as she hovered over him, her sweet kisses coming repeatedly. Slowly she reached between her own legs to find him standing like a flag pole, sturdy and straight. There were no more words but her searching eyes said so much. He felt the wetness as she rubbed the firm head along her lips. Her warrior moaned just a little and Lili smiled before pressing down onto that thick head.
She gasped as it split her hole. Its thickness was a wanted surprise. Walt watched her close her eyes and put her head back as she slowly sank down upon him. His hands on her hips, he encouraged her downward until she nestled her silken sex upon his. They lay there for a moment, attached and flesh to flesh, resting her head on his large chest. In response he wrapped his arms around his angel of mercy and held her while his cock pulsed with life that he thought was gone.
Eventually she looked up and gently began to move. Lilibeth rocked forward along his body while he gripped her slim bottom. He felt her silken sleeve pull at his cock and watched the face of his new lover. He wanted to slam her back down upon it, but let her ride slowly. Lilibeth kept the pace and softly mewed each time she nearly pulled him out and gave the most contented sigh every time she slid back down. With her slow fucking the bed didn’t creak and they listened to each other's quiet gasps and shudders. They both stopped in alarm and then smiled wickedly as they heard a snort followed by shifting in the bed next to them.
Walt pulled her up nearly taking her off his dick and kissed her deeply. Lilibeth rolled her hips and strained to stretch down on his staff. When he finally let her go she plunged back down and seated him so deeply inside of her again. Now she started to rock. Their mashed together groins rubbing and colliding. The steel framed bed did groan, but Walt gripped the head rails to silence the high pitched creak.
“Let it.” She pleaded softly, “Grab me like before.”
Walt easily obliged and grabbed her little butt, gripping the flesh as it rocked and moved. The Pinay woman rode him with passion and her kisses covered his chest. He could see the strain on her face as she built the tempo higher. He could sense the need in her moves. With only one leg he could still buck up into her as she moved back down his cock. Holding her ass and driving that last inch on every down thrust, Lili bit her lip whenever he bottomed out inside of her. Walt’s hands held both cheeks as their loins smacked against each other. Suddenly she shuddered over top of him and her pussy gripped him tight. Her head hung down as they waited in silence
The bed frame stopped creaking, but it was the springs turn now as Lilibeth sat up upon him. Walt looked at his angel as she moved up and down now, her legs astride him. He reached up to cup her small breasts. Lilibeth moved her arms up and lifted her dark hair, relishing in her own body. Her orgasm was a welcome release after months of tension, frustration and worry. Now she rode this marine like a bull. The springs squealed and she didn’t care. She looked down on the fallen warrior with lust and love and vowed to give him release like she had just had. If before was gentle the ride now was wild and urgent. Walt watched that dark thatched pussy move up and down his pole. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh of her modest bosom while she lifted and dropped her hips.
She wasn’t heavy on him and he still could buck up inside her. His own need was building so he let his hands trail down to her white stocking covered thighs and again met her rhythm. He helped to pull her down as he thrust up. Lilibeth bounced on his lap with joy and abandon. His thick cock filled her needful sex and she wanted so much more. She wanted to feel the gush of his love inside of her. While he thrusted upwards his copper toned beauty would grind upon him in a counterclockwise circle, sending jolts up through her spine.
Walt wanted to be on top, but with one leg he thought better of it. Lili could feel just how strong his erection was and tried to grip it tighter within herself. Leaning forward she put her hands on the head rail and concentrated on the rhythm of the ride. Walt gazed up at her small chest and with his hands locked on her hips he concentrated on the tingle in his cock. With his legs kept wide his injured scrotum had stayed out of the way, and by this point he wasn’t even thinking about it.
Walt grunted beneath her and pushed her name through his lips. “Lili”
Her hair flying and beads of sweat on her face she smiled down at him. She knew she had him so close, but wanted her own orgasm too. “Wait for me.”
Just the sight of her rocking over top of him was pushing him to the brink. Walt closed his eyes and thought of baseball. It wasn’t helping with Lili’s pants of breath above him. He felt so close and then she started to come.
“Lili!” he got out before he fired.
On his first shot she slid forward letting the hard tool spring out of her, then she slid back to feel the pulsing manhood against her puffy, hot pussy. It ejaculated up and onto her little butt. Walt still tried to buck against her as he spurt out his load. Lilibeth dropped down and ground her whole body against him and passionately kissed his lips. Months and months of frustration for both of them surged out like flood waters as they moved against each other. He felt her grind her mound into his and then give a final shudder.
They lay panting against each other with short Lilibeth’s head on his chest. Walt’s arms stroked up her sides sending little shivers through her. She finally turned her head to give him her white smile.
“You see, Walt, still a man.” she said assuredly.
Walt didn’t smile back but thought for a second. “But you had to help.” he countered.
Now she gave a sly little grin, “A woman always helps.”
The End.
1. A Woman Always Helps. Part 1. by Momma_Andrea.Sergeant Walter Givens, Walt to his buddies, was a Marine with a capital M. At six foot one and one hundred and seventy pounds he was lean and fit after two years of heavy fighting. He was at Guadalcanal, then the invasion of Attu, and finally Iwo Jima. He fought ferociously and instinctively but on “Iwo” his instincts finally failed him. Walt stepped on a landmine, charging a hill, that blew off his leg at the calf and filled his lower limbs with shrapnel. A medic quickly dragged him to safety and he was carried down the hill.
Walt remembers the explosion, pain and finally waking up in hospital. The rest is an agonizing blur of morphine and unconsciousness. They pulled the bits of steel out of him and sewed him up. He had no leg below the knee and only one testicle. He was in Melbourne, Australia, but they may as well have left him on that hill. Walt lay on his side, staring at nothing. “Half a man” echoed through his head. He lay there in despair instead of being glad to be alive.
Four nurses served his ward. All the men were stable and recovering. Many, like him, were missing parts. They just needed pain killers and sometimes some help. Lilibeth was happy to help. A refugee herself, she had left the Philippines for nursing school here at the outset of the war and now had no home to go back to. She was a petite golden skinned young woman with long flowing black hair, she wore the tight white single piece uniform with the red stripes on the seams and obligatory white stockings. It was her schooling dress and was perhaps a little too short, but during war it seemed frivolous to buy another.
Lilibeth always had a smile for the brave warriors of the Pacific. That is how she saw them. They fought to recapture her home, to free them from the Japanese. Lilibeth flirted with all the men and lifted their spirits if she could. “Sometimes a down man just needs to be reminded he is a man”, her mother had told her that years ago when her father lost his job. Mama, tired of his moping, took Papi into their room on Saturday and on Monday he was looking for a new job.
Lilibeth went to Walter’s bedside to give him a shave. He had been in the field a long time and his face was scraggily. She was all smiles and approached him happily with a basin, straight razor and towel.
“Sergeant” she began, “time for a shave.”
“Please leave me alone.” He said coldly, still facing the wall.
“I can’t, Sergeant Givens.” She said softer but still sweetly. “It’s my job.”
She put the tray down on the night stand and lightly sat at the edge of his bed. He felt her weight and could smell her. She was flowery and musky. She waited patiently. Finally he turned a little to look at her.
“What?” he asked aggravated.
Lilibeth gave him a small smile and pleading eyes. She could wrap her Papi around her little finger with those deep chocolate eyes. “Please, Sergeant.” She asked him softly. “Let me shave you?”
Walter couldn’t believe this. He just wanted to die and this girl wanted to make him look nice. Slowly he turned and sat up gingerly. His stump still throbbed and he had stitches all over.
He looked over at her with irritation in his eyes and annoyance in his voice. “You’re not going to leave are you?”She held her little smile but made her eyes innocent. “Eventually, my shift will change, Sergeant.” She said in answer.
“Fine” was all he said and put his head back against the bed rail.
Lilibeth smiled wide with bright white teeth and put the towel under his chin and quickly but gently lathered his bearded face. She held the razor expertly; she had shaved other things on a man as a nurse. She worked quietly, realizing her patient obviously didn’t wish to talk. But she smiled if he looked at her. “All men were men” she thought and remembered her mother.
Walter let his dinner sit on the side table. He didn’t want food. He lay there again staring at the wall. Lilibeth quietly came and took it. She paused and looked at him. She knew what was wrong, she had read the chart, a leg gone, but also part of his manhood. She began to reach out but thought better of it and left him to his anguish.
The next morning the head nurse was giving Walter a hard time when Lilibeth showed up. She had a wheelchair and wanted him to eat in the cafeteria so his bed linens could be changed. The head nurse was also military and was about to pull rank on the sergeant.
“Why can’t you people just let me DIE?!” Walter shouted.
“Because you aren’t dead, Marine!” she threw back.
“Lieutenant,” the pinay girl interceded and got the head nurse a few steps away, “let me, I have had luck with him.” She asked.
The Head nurse threw up her hands, “He’s all yours, girl! Good luck with him!” and she walked back to the ward desk.
Lilibeth tossed her simple purse and sweater under Walter’s bed table and sat on the edge of his bed again. She just smiled at him for a few moments until he looked over to acknowledge her.
“You must be hungry, Sergeant.” She said in her sweetest voice of concern. “Let me take you to breakfast. Please.”Her mother taught her that too. Men will “dig in” if ordered by a woman, but if pleaded with, if asked, they could be putty in your hands.
Lilibeth gave a crooked smile, “I haven’t had breakfast either. Please, you’d be giving me an excuse to go eat.” She looked coyly at him.Walter gave in. “Bring that stupid chair over here.”
After eating, Lilibeth pushed him slowly around the grounds, taking the long way back. It was late summer in Australia and it was warm with a light ocean breeze that filled the senses with memories of the beach in Manilla. Walter stayed silent through her breakfast conversation but he did eat. Now she spoke to him as they toured the grounds.
“I thought I would hate Melbourne and be so home sick when I came here but Manila is much like this and I love the ocean air.” She pushed him towards their wing. “Is your hometown near the water, Sergeant?” she asked.
“Walter” he said.
“I’m sorry?” she said, but in truth she had heard him.
“Call me Walter or Walt. I’m tired of being Sergeant.” He said with some disgust.
“OK, Walt.” she giggled. “I am Lilibeth. I don’t think I ever introduced myself.”
“Lilibeth?” He grumped.
“It’s like Elizabeth,” she said “but I can be Lily or Beth or… Lilibeth.”
“What is that perfume? You smell like a flower shop.” He grumped again.
“It’s Oleander. It’s very popular in the Philippines. We grow them there.” She was happy to inform him, Walt was talking.
For the next few days, Walt was Lilibeth’s problem. He was still depressed and becoming angrier at the world and would listen to no one, not even with threat of court-martial. But she could cajole him. She would be sweet and ask him nicely or ask him to do it for her and eventually he would. She took to pushing him around outside every day after breakfast. It got him out of the other nurses’ way and it seemed to calm him.
“Tell me of Missouri?” She started in her sweet sing song voice one morning.
“You’d hate it.” Walter simply spat in his gruff voice. “Why do you want to know?” He nearly accused.
“Conversation..” She responded honestly. “You hardly talk to me, Walt. I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” Lillybeth teased leaning into his ear. “Don’t you like me?”
Walt could smell that perfume and feel her breath at his neck and had to admit she was tolerable. “You’re OK.”
“So tell me about Missouri.” She sounded off like a lark.
“I’m from a little town. They can chicken and potted foods there. Hell, half my K rations are made there.”
“Do you miss it?” She asked sincerely, thinking of her Manilla.
“I… I guess. I haven’t thought about it in a while.”
“You have no family?” She pried a little more.
“What?” He asked incredulously. “Of course I do, my ma and pop.”
“Oh,” she put in, sounding confused. “it’s just that you haven’t written anybody yet.”
Walter looked back, surprised by what this filipino woman notices. “They know I’m OK.”
“How?”
“They do, OK” Walt was getting agitated. “Uncle Sam hasn’t told them I’m dead, so I must be OK!”
Lilibeth kept pushing as she thought of her next move. “Well, tell me about them. I told you all about my family. I’m running out of things to say.” she complained.
“I’d like to see that,” He chided the friendly nurse.
Lilibeth swatted him lightly in the back of the head and gave a snorting laugh. “If I’m silent it means I’m upset. You don’t want me silent, Walt.”
“I’m sure you’re a five foot terror.” He scoffed, but with maybe a hint of a smile.
“You’re so secretive, Walt.” She leaned into his ear. “Maybe you’re a spy.” She hissed the last word into his ear.
Walt scoffed, “Yeah, that’s me. I stepped on a landmine to earn their trust.” He gave a short laugh.
“Well, it worked on me,” and Lilibeth kissed him soundly on the cheek as she still pushed from behind.
She was sure he smiled, not a grimace or one of his half smiles with his sarcasm, but a blushing smile.
The next day Walt was staring out of the window at the risen sun. He was already in his robe and in the wheelchair as if ready to go. This was new, but he had a letter in his hand. Lili stood back but got into the side of his sight. Finally Walter noticed her.
“Lilibeth, you’re here.” He put a smile on for her.
“Good morning, Walt. You got a letter?” She said with interest. She believed Walt still had not written home.
He folded it up and quickly tucked it away in his robe. “It’s nothing, just stuff that finally caught up with me.”
“Everything’s alright?” she cocked her head and looked at him with concern.
He hesitated, “Sure. Let’s go eat.”
Walt was quiet through breakfast, but he was always quiet. He sat later in the ward for the rest of the day and bothered no one. He stared out the window or faced a wall. By this time everyone knew to leave him alone. He was Lilibeth’s problem. Walt would respond when she asked him direct questions, but the answers where short and he offered nothing. She decided to let him be. He wasn’t bothering anyone and Walt had a lot to sort out, she thought to herself.
– continued –
EROTIC STORY CONTEST 10 – WAR TIME ROMANCE or LUST – IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW ENTRANTS. Thank you Jayc for doing the honors.
THE STORIES WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON AND THE CONTEST OPEN FOR VOTING.
May I remind all contestants of Rule 7.
7. Due to fairness of voting, contestants should not unduly influence voters, in any way, in their decision to vote for their favourite story , or to disclose they are the author of their story prior to votes being cast… Thank you. This could result in your story being disqualified.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL THE CONTESTANTS & MAY THE BEST STORY WIN.
COUNT DOWN – 7.5 hrs left to finish that story and get it to me by PM.
EROTIC STORY DEADLINE is TODAY – WED 30 SEPT 2015 19.00 hrs BST / GMT+1.
The theme is War Time Romance or Lust.
I have 7 stories so far and am thirsty for more. Come on you writers …
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Just Do it – Send it in.
Done as you told me Brandy
Gorgeous Darling… mwahhhhhh
September 29, 2015 at 5:47 pm in reply to: Results & Forfeits. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME USA FOOTBALL 2015 Event. #1514971. Wager 1 Lover & Brandybee.
Sept. 27 2015Game – Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Lover at Houston Texans, T. Brandybee.
For this game only, Brandybee adopts the Houston Texans and as her temporary team is favourite to win, she will give Lover the 6.5 point lead as high lighted by the Point Spread.If Houston Texans win, Brandybee will take control of Lover’s profile and description banner for a week :
For 1 whole week – Lover will do and wear the following :-
Gollam look = the palest skin on the scale
Red Cowboy hat
Gimp mask including when you room of course.
The top portion of the golf outfit
The Summer costume flowery shorts
The Stars and Stripes ankle boots with black socks.
Tagline / Banner = “I love being Brandybee's Bitch”
Plus …
A post in the AB&G for me to bank of course for when the time comes and will of course be with your prior agreement to content and writers protocol. (Probably something for Halloween)
Lover has agreed to this and made a counter offer, also agreed to by Brandybee –
Lover will tell her banner soon and she will have to wear the pink latex bodysuit with panties of her choice.Tampa Bay Buccaneers (9 + 6.5) 15.5 : 19 Houston Texans
Brandybee wins
COUNT DOWN – 1 Day left to finish that story and get it to me by PM.
EROTIC STORY DEADLINE is TOMORROW – WED 30 SEPT 2015 19.00 hrs BST / GMT+1.
The theme is War Time Romance or Lust.
I have 6 stories so far and am thirsty for more. Come on you writers …
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Write that story… finish it and get it to me by PM.You know you can do it
The yeast & inspiration helps
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COUNT DOWN – 2 Days left to finish that story and get it to me by PM.
EROTIC STORY DEADLINE is WED 30 SEPT 2015 19.00 hrs BST / GMT+1.
The theme is War Time Romance or Lust.
I have 6 stories so far and am thirsty for more. Come on you writers …
While I get on with my breakdown … write that story… finish it and get it to me by PM.
You know you can do it
[img]http://rs265.pbsrc.com/albums/ii205/lassie_faire/GIF%20central/Applause/0000zd45.gif~c200[/img]And then you can say … I did it, I wrote it and I got published here in Forum…
And no one can take that away from you, you can say it for ….
I lost??? Really???
whispering “ok Brandy, my banner is yours and I wear what you have told me. I wear it with pride though!”
Self Quote :-
I will adopt the Houston Texans and as it seems my temporary team is favourite to win, I will give you the 6.5 point lead as high lighted by the Point Spread.If I win,
… I will take control of your profile and description banner for a week For 1 whole week – you will do and wear the following :-
Gollam look = the palest skin on the scale
Red Cowboy hat
Gimp mask including when you room of course.
The top portion of the golf outfit
The Summer costume flowery shorts
The Stars and Stripes ankle boots with black socks.Tagline / Banner = “I love being Brandybee's Bitch”
Plus …
A post in the AB&G for me to bank of course for when the time comes and will of course be with your prior agreement to content and writers protocol. (Probably something for Halloween)Looking forward to your new profile look. Ich liebe dich xxx
6. Wager 6. Jaynie & Bigbeef
New Orleans Saints – Jaynie at Carolina Panthers – Bigbeef
BigBeef agrees to Jaynie having a 9 point lead.New Orleans Saints (22+9 ) 31 : 27 Carolina Panthers
Jaynie wins
September 28, 2015 at 6:14 pm in reply to: Results & Forfeits. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME USA FOOTBALL 2015 Event. #1514966. Wager 6. Jaynie & Bigbeef
New Orleans Saints – Jaynie at Carolina Panthers – Bigbeef
BigBeef agrees to Jaynie having a 9 point lead.New Orleans Saints (22+9 ) 31 : 27 Carolina Panthers
Jaynie wins
WEEK 3 GAMES RESULTS
Thurs Sept. 24 2015
Washington Redskins Tangoracer 21 : 32 New York Giants Zerog. No Wagers
Sun Sept. 27 2015
Cincinnati Bengals – Unadopted 28 : 24 Baltimore Ravens Brandybee. No Wagers.
New Orleans Saints Jaynie 22 (+9=31) : 27 Carolina Panthers Bigbeef. Jaynie wins wager
Oakland Raiders. Unadopted 27 : 20 Cleveland Browns Unadopted.
Atlanta Falcons Unadopted 39 : 28 Dallas Cowboys Jingerbird. No Wagers
Tampa Bay Buccaneers Lover 9 (+6.5=15.5) : 19 Houston Texans T. Brandybee. Brandybee wins
San Diego Chargers Foxyroxxy 14 : 31 Minnesota Vikings Auswoody. No Wagers.
Jacksonville Jaguars apussycat & Blayne 17 : 51 New England Patriots Stone & jessie1990 . Stone wins.
Philadelphia Eagles Sam_Hawke 24 : 17 New York Jets Maron21177. Sam_Hawke wins.
Pittsburgh Steelers Babydoll 12 : 6 St. Louis Rams. Unadopted. No Wagers
Indianapolis Colts TonyG 35 (+8=43) : 33 Tennessee Titans T. Maron211177. TonyG wins wager
San Francisco 49ers Sylque 07 : 47 Arizona Cardinals Fixxgiggle. No Wagers
Buffalo Bills Unadopted 41 : 14 Miami Dolphins Icebox. No Wagers.
Chicago Bears bigdaddyg & jayc 00 : 26 Seattle Seahawks Martinus. Martinus wins wager
Denver Broncos Unadopted. 24 : 12 Detroit Lions Unadopted.
Mon Sept. 28 2015
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Kansas City Chiefs. Unadopted 00 : 00 Green Bay Packers Skydance. No Wagers. -
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