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Casey Keller
Bio
Hi, I'm a 47 year-old-veteran/photographer/door dash driver/uber driver as well. When I am not doing any of those things I can be found sitting in front of my computer writing books for amazon/vocal. keep your mind busy the body stays young
Stories (47/0)
The War On Photography
WHOOSH, a bullet barely misses me, and I hear a voice yelling at me to "GET DOWN." Bullets riddle through the sky at the platoon that is taking cover from enemy fire. Smoke and a dirt tornado swirl up as I grab my camera and get into a flat prone laying-down position to get pictures of this dirt tornado and soldiers' platoon.
By Casey Keller4 years ago in Serve
Tortured Soul
The sun shining through the iron-rimmed glass from the basement window that I could tell from the black sackcloth that covered my head; warmed the iron shackles that bound my wrists. The faint smell of mildew from the corners in this basement filled my nostrils until another bucket of water splashed up against my face.
By Casey Keller4 years ago in Serve
Top Guns
It's no longer the same military as it was in the 1950s. Our military now is not the, don't ask don't tell policy. Everyone is welcome no matter there gender or sexual preference. We are an accepting nation of nations of all creeds. Back in my day, it didn't matter of our sexual preferences. When we heard of bisexual women, we thought, cool. When it came to bisexual or gay men, though, we as men thought, as long as you stay away from me and you got my back, and not figuratively and you'll protect me as a brother, then yeah dude you're okay in my book.
By Casey Keller4 years ago in Filthy
Fifty Degrees Hotter
As Steven drove back to his penthouse, he had got a call from Mary. He let it go to voicemail until he got back to his apartment. As he listened to her voicemail, she said, I appreciated you for bringing me back to my place unharmed, but I knew what you did. I saw your reflection in a picture that was across from the couch. You got two choices, and you can either tell the cops the truth that is going to be knocking on your door at any minute. Or you can use your bondage equipment on me the right way, and hopefully, we can both get off on it. The choice is yours, but you better make a quick decision. I'm a woman not known for my patience, and I do know where you live. Click. Steven hung up the phone and looked dubiously at it. Could he betray the woman he loved and do this one last thing? Or would he be damned to years in prison?
By Casey Keller4 years ago in Filthy