I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comfortable with my little play area. I hope you enjoy this story of the exciting times following the Civil War. My usual statement follows. Constructive comments,...
We arrived on the slopes late in the morning due to obvious reasons and enjoyed skiing the rest of the day with our new found friends. Dave and I teased the girls about their dirty dancing with Greg and Brad last night. They warned us to be careful or they might go farther with them boys if they run into them again. I could tell that Jill was enjoying her ne...
It was a mild early May morning. Andrew was busy marking some maths work. It was mid term and some crucial topics had to be nailed for his students to get good grades. He had taken on more work after his gardening work had tailed off. On this particular morning he had a few trig papers to mark when his study phone rang. It was an old friend from school, Kare...
There had been a new, different, atmosphere, both between my husband and I when we visited the village pub. Since the night of the party, when I took two men to the bedroom, Steve frequently questioning me, as to my whereabouts and also grilled me, looking for answers and reassurances troubled, wondering if I would have gone the whole way. "You weren't far...
This is a pretty nasty cuckold story. I don’t recommend doing this in real life. If you want romance or people who are concerned about bodily fluids this one is probably not for you. But if this is what you like, c’mon in and get comfortable. -H.G. ************************* The little black dress my wife was wearing was stretched tight across her big, lus...
"Michael Wells has been seen around town with an attractive married woman." Those were the words that began the destruction of my marriage. They were factually true. The photo clearly showed my face, it only showed the back of her head. I am Michael Wells. My friends call me Monkey. I won't go into all the details about that, I will give you the quick vers...
Authors Note: As this is the first chapter of what I hope to be an ongoing epic, I should clarify a number of things before I begin. If you like you can feel free to skip this little introduction, but what I'm going to say here will actually benefit you most if you are the sort to tire easily from reading long paragraphs of non-sexual material. Any chapter...
It was in the summer holidays and Jenny was at home from teaching school. It was about a week after the escapade at the pub. When I got back from work on this particular day she grabbed me and pulled me to the side in the kitchen. 'He's texted me back, he wants us to go out.' I knew she meant John - or Farmer John as we called him- who she had now had tw...
Michelle was a virgin. Not that she wanted to be one, but, alas, she was. Shelli, as she was better known, had this newfound freedom and was going to do all the things she hadn't been allowed to do until now. She just finished college, got a real job and saved enough money to move out of her parent's house and into an apartment of her own. It wasn't much to...
Barbara felt like she was walking on the bottom on the ocean. She shouldn't have been. She should've been sky-high. She was at her senior prom. She'd actually made it through four years of classes, refusing to skip to a year more suitable to her intellect because she actually wanted to mature properly. She'd lived through all the drama, all the dating, all t...