It’s 1941 London, England. The Nazis are using their superior air
power to try and bring Winston Churchill and the people of England
to there knees. The only thing standing between Hitler and the
total conquest of England, and the rest of Europe for that matter,
was a relatively small contingent of fliers known as the RAF.
Flying their Spitfire fighters against the powerful German
Lufewaffe, the brave English pilots prevented the invasion of their
island nation, but could not halt the massive destruction caused by
the London Blitz. It was during these bombings of London that a
little known phenomena presented itself. It was discovered that for
many women, the feeling of terror and the shaking and thundering of
the Nazi armament caused many women to experience intense sexual
gratification. As the bombings intensified, the excitement
increased proportionately. Monica Stonebridge was one of those
women. Still a spinster at thirty eight, Monica didn’t hold out
much hope that she would ever marry. It wasn’t that she was
unattractive or dull, it was more that the few beaux that did have
just didn’t quite work out. A rather buxom blond with an earthy
sense of humor, Monica had a hot sexual streak in her, that usually
required a daily bit of masturbation to take off the “edge” as she
liked to say. With most of the eligible men enlisted to fight the
war, it was almost impossible to get a date, let alone start a
meaningful relationship. For these reasons, Monica was more less
resigned to self gratification.
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