1. Ride Along


    Date: 4/12/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: DazzlingLove, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I was jittery, so jittery. My index finger tapped out an unknown melody to which my heavy boots provided a rumbling bass beat in the aisle of the plane, much to the dismay of the woman sitting on the other side. I smiled uneasily and turned away, trying to force myself to stop fidgeting so much. I had just finished my first tour of Afghanistan as a Marine. I had been stationed in about a million other places; South Korea, Germany, Japan, the UK and my favorite, the good old Down Under. The Robertson Barracks, in Darwin. That’s where I met her. But I had never been anywhere near the Sandpit. You know, as a kid growing up in the Big Apple, the last place you wanted to be was anywhere the majority of people wore hijabs and turbans. But it was an eye-opening experience that helped me grow as a person while exorcising some disgusting stereotypes I held within myself and let fester from 9/11. People are people. Everywhere. And just like everywhere else, some don’t make the right choices. I was cleared for PTSD but some of the things I saw… Just… I don’t know. War changes you. You don’t know if it was for better or worse until you survive, that’s when you decide if making it out alive was a blessing or a cruel curse. I was determined to make mine a blessing, considering I was going back home to her again. Her pearly white smile flashing into my mind transformed my disposition, lighting up my entire mood. It was that same smile that helped me ward off anxiety attacks and probably ...
    kept me sane. She was all I could think about when it was dark, the sound of her laugh, the warmth her skin radiated when pressed against me, the sultry look in her eyes when she was ready to take me deep… I was enjoying this too much and could feel myself getting hard in my trousers, stretching down my thigh. I must have gotten a little too caught up in my reverie, as I didn’t notice the same elderly woman gawking over at my excitement, quickly knocking my daydreams out the sky. I blushed sheepishly and turned over once more as she shook her head in what seemed like dismay. Ah whatever. I was going home. Home. Where she is. And she had absolutely no idea. *** I still can’t get used to it. The staring, the salutes, handshakes, and teary-eyed mothers. It still moves me. Maybe it’s because I’m so shy but I don’t feel as if I deserve all this thanks. I’m just doing my job you know? I grabbed my Sea Bag and flagged down a taxi. “Good afternoon to you sir, 19605 Malibu Point please.” “Absolutely. Thank you for your service brother. My family and I are forever indebted to you. Mash’allah.” The cab driver was in his mid forties and wore a turban. His accent wasn’t too thick but you could hear the Middle Eastern twang on certain syllables. “Please, it is nothing sir. Honestly. Thank you.” He smiled into the rearview mirror and continued driving. It’s crazy how much we can honestly grow. I’ve gone from a ten year old monster of a child with a vehement dislike of anybody remotely of ...
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