Sergeant Bull : Part 11
"By the Hitman"Focus...Focus...Sergeant Thomas John Bullen had never felt more terrified by the prospect of what lie ahead of him, nor more alive. Not Iraq or Somalia, nothing in the...
Sergeant Bull : Part 10
"By the Hitman"The Dugout seemed like a typical sports bar, with wide-screen TVs showing whatever big game was playing at the time, pool tables, and plenty of cold, cheap beer...
Sergeant Bull : Part 9
"By the Hitman"The rough fumble of a set of fingers through the naked warmth between Bull's spread legs woke him from the deep and restful sleep. Each upward stroke along...
Sergeant Bull : Part 8
"By the Hitman"He knew it was going to hurt, but not like this. Three hours later, sitting on the beach with his bare toes dug into the golden sand, Thomas...
Sergeant Bull : Part 7
"By the Hitman"One taste of pitcher Derek Conway's asshole was all it took for Sergeant Thomas John Bullen to realize there was nothing better than eating baseball player butt. "That's...
Sergeant Bull : Part 6
"By the Hitman"Bull unzipped the knee pocket of his black cargo pants and removed two small objects. He set the first, a pocket mirror, flat against the ledge and faced...
Sergeant Bull : Part 5
"By the Hitman"The stench had grown unbearable, not just a heaviness that burned with each cold breath. Now you could taste it and feel it on your skin. It had...
Sergeant Bull : Part 4
"By the Hitman"What am I doing? Bull thought, kissing the young soldier harder, deeper, so deep he could taste his own body on Chris Hendricks' lips and tongue. The first...
Sergeant Bull : Part 3
"By the Hitman""Loose-loose-loose!" the ref's voice thundered above the boards, untying the locked sticks of the two ice hockey jocks in the corner behind the Sword's net. A tense second...
Sergeant Bull : Part 2
"By the Hitman""Come on," First Sergeant Ike Samuelson urged with a deep, breathless growl. "You can do this, Private. I know you canЕ" The nineteen-year-old looked up, his gray-blue eyes...
Sergeant Bull : Part 1
"By the Hitman" Warm and wet, the set of lips wrapped tightly around the head of Thomas John Bullen's bone-hard cock slid steadily lower, until all itch-red eight inches vanished...
Switch, Part 1
I walked into the bar like I'd done so many times before. It was dark, the smoke burned my eyes, and it smelled of thirty years of beer and spilled...
StickHandling
Matt dove onto the bed closest to the door. "This one's mine, buddy-boy!" he yelped.I stacked my bag of hockey equipment on top of his and said, "Whatever." Matt and...
Soft Assets
I looked up from the massive print-out I was trying to decipher when someone knocked on my office door. It was Alyson. She was one of the two auditors still...
Shopping Day
Rebecca heard her husband's car start in the driveway, and she heard him back out into the street and drive off for work. She was still lying in bed, in...
Sex In Stilettos
Standing before the full-length bedroom mirror, I treated my reflection to an almost unjustly critical appraisal. My indecently short black leather dress clung for dear life to my every curve...
Sales Job
It had been a long, hard day at the convention booth. Jennifer and I had gotten a few nibbles that may or may not translate into sales somewhere down the...
Restroom Romeo
I surveyed the bar as I walked in the door and stamped the snow from my feet. There was a large, noisy crowd that night because of the football game...
Orientation
After getting hired by a large, international accounting firm, the first thing that the company did with me, and the other new recruits from the surrounding states, was to ship...
Mistress T
"Suzanne!"Though Jason knew his eyes were not deceiving him, he could still not believe the sight that greeted him in the living room. His sweet and petite young wife had...