Bookstores were a place of refuge to Andy, a place where the cares of the world dissolved, and all that was left was the musty, yet pleasant, smell of books. He liked used bookstores the best since the smell was stronger in them. The feel of old paper on his fingers as he paged through them, the excitement at finding something he'd been looking for for years...
I sat in the parking lot of the shopping center. Across the road was an adult bookstore that I frequented. The door opened and I was shocked at who I saw walking out. Could it be? Possibilities rushed through my mind. I was excited. My cock, even though very recently drained, rose again. This is a whole new ball game! Let me start at the beginning... Anoth...
Sometimes I think that there's no such thing as coincidence and then something happens that just blows that theory to hell and gone. The other day I was at a local bookstore (a legitimate bookstore that has real books instead of xxx stuff). This particular chain has nice comfortable chairs spread around so that their customers can peruse books before spend...
Russ Howards was his name and I decided I had to meet him. After reading his latest book, I decided he was an anonymous genius. He had a published a long line of psychological thriller novels. His books had everything in it - danger, humor, erotica, romance. He was by far my favorite author of all-time. Although he wasn't a well-known author, he had tremendo...
Samuel Arbuckle was a sickly man with a huge family. His daughters and sons were always near at hand, in fact he'd left his house years before so he could live with his eldest son, Desmond. He wasn't at a loss for friends, either. He couldn't go far with his arthritis or do much thanks to emphysema, but he was the owner of that three-storey building on the c...
It was a warm but rainy summer day. Missy was standing by the front window pondering as to what to do for the day. Her intentions were to weed the flower gardens, but since it was raining, weeding was not an option. As she looked out the window, she began to think about the past few months, there were rough. She had a loss in her family, moved on her own and...
As so many of the great changes in our life do, Jennifer's "awakening" began simply enough. It began at book club. Most women are familiar with book club-basically an excuse to get together with the girls to chitchat on a weekly basis, and hers was no different. This week she had actually read the book. Out of boredom though more so than for the enjoyment, a...
He paused from moving his food from one side of the plate to the other. "So, what do you do for a living?" She smiled. It was one of the oldest questions in the dating game. "Books." "Excuse me?" he asked, raising a puzzled eyebrow. "I own a bookstore. What line of work are you in?" "Well actually, I'm a high school P.E. teacher." What a boring, underpa...
It doesn’t matter what you were doing before, but when you blinked, you were suddenly in the back of a bookstore. You know this bookstore, it’s the one closest to your house, and you’ve been to it plenty of times, though not often in this section, the children’s section. “What am I doing here?” You ask aloud, looking outside the window to discover it was the...
Chapter 1 - The Noblest Antiquarian Bookstore Jane Prynn sat stroking a first edition Hemingway. She opened the book, spread the pages, and ran her fingertips across the cream colored paper. Absorbing the print through her touch, the scene in the paragraph began to emerge in her mind. She could smell the acacia blossoms, taste dry dirt on her lips and he...