In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel Author's note: This is the first chapter of a novel on which I have been writing on and off for several years. It is based on the real culture of the modern American south; however any relationship to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Comments and feedback are always appreciate...
Prologue. "Damn writer's block! Damn it to hell!" I sat before my lap top in the large dining room waiting for inspiration. There was nothing. A hundred times, or so it seemed, I had begun to tap in words, and then deleted them. "Rubbish, all bloody rubbish," I silently wailed. "I'll never be able to write another story, ever." Chapter 1.The Mountain Hid...
The two make their way to Warden Kashin's estate and once they enter they are surrounded by goblins with crossbows. The two put their hands up and were brought inside to the library where Kashin was waiting. "Take a seat," he orders. They sit and Kashin calls for Charlotte. A second later she appears with a crystal ball and the images play. "You can see the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The idea for this story was inspired by an idea from a reader. If you haven't read chapter one yet, I suggest you do so to fully understand the story. The references to an incident involving President Pierce, the former First Lady and Speaker of the House come from a previous story, "Revenge in Advance: The Briefing." The first chapter prompted a lot of q...
Tight Fits Continued: Tom visits Amber and Karen at College By Ralle *This story is a continuation of the 5-part series A Summer of Tight Fits. (All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 years old. Any similarities between this story and real people are purely coincidental.) ***** Mrs. Wilson lay in bed Saturday night after a ful...
Adam parked the big car a block away from Jillian's little cottage. This corner of the city was a mix of older mews and terraces, interspersed with newer apartments and warehouse conversions. Most of the street parking was permit only, one car space per dwelling. He walked on the sunny side of the street, feeling the last warmth of the day on his skin. It w...
***This is an Antebellum story*** The cold air whipped through the cracks of the door and small openings in the tiny cabin. The fire was going dead and adding more wood to it seemed futile as Abigail knew it was her last moments in the cabin she had called home. It was the only cabin she knew in her life other than her mother's cabin, and now it would soon...
I'm not the type of man who does things by half measures. If I'm going to spend any amount of time on something, I'm all in. I've always been that way. When I was a kid, I monitored the tips on my paper route carefully. The best tippers were invariably older people, likely those who missed their grandchildren. I immediately found a local seniors living commu...
Fifteen Mirja spent the next three days trying to cram in as many hours as possible reading the book Sigrid had brought her. She had questioned the Sister about how in the seventh she had been able to get access to the restricted section of the Library, but the woman had been as silent as a Scriptomancer in training. Finally, Mirja had given up and Sigrid h...