She was a feisty little thing, flaming red hair, large breasts spilling out of her transparent gown. "You like it? It came all the way from Paris France." I grinned. I'd been on the trail for two months with only my brother for a companion, and I was in need of a little female comfort. "I like it just fine, but I like what's in it even better." I pinched a...
Author's Note: This very short novel is a result of a writing challenge called NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. It is currently a hot topic on the Author's Hangout, if you'd like to learn more. Please remember that the point of this challenge was word count and not quality....
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Author's Note: Thanks very much to Krissta and NaokoSmith for their tremendous help in editing this story for me. * * * * * "Oh fuck yes! You sexy slut! Take it! Take it right to the balls!" said Santa. The jolly old elf was stood in his bedroom merrily pounding into an elven assistant. She was bent over the desk in front of him, propping herself up on he...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. ****** "Thank you for agreeing to do this interview," the female reporter from Music Insider said, as her delicate fingers set the recording device on the coffee table of Magnus Condon's Montana home. "I'm Sophie Dale, but you can call me Saffi," she said, extending her hand. Noticing while his grip was light, yet it was stro...
Chapter 16 61. Getting to Know You It had been some time since our groups had fully integrated, and it was marvelous to see how well we were getting along. Using hand signs, gestures, and some words we both could understand, they were able to explain what they had gone through, while they were on the dark side of the planet. They told us how their young, a...
Forward – A Word from the Star To all of My Devoted Loving Lusting Admirers, I was so X-cited when our friend had propositioned Me for a story based on Me; Rhiannon or as some of you know Me better as, Mistress Rhiannon. I was so thrilled to see the great effort that he put into making this literary piece a sensual adventurous tale that filled me with arou...
BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...