Authors Note: I do apologize to everyone who's been eagerly awaiting my newest installment. I've had a bit of writers block and general nuisances of daily life as well as being sans an editor tends to slow me down. Hoping to bring you better quality writing in the chapters to come, so bear with me, and I appreciate your support. ***** Her first night with...
Simon Sharpe. I'd set up a temporary shooting range in a field backing onto the woods. I had a group of the younger ones, Charlie, Lana, Tommy, Tia, Tilda, and Jamie. I'd showed them how to strip and clean the weapons in our little armoury the previous week, but now it was time to get them used to shooting with them, just in case they ever needed to. Som...
He peeled off his black shirt, pulled it over his head then dropped it onto the tile floor. He pulled his badge off his belt, then his gun, setting both down on the counter next to his sink. Off came the beige pants, left in a heap on the floor. It was time to wash away the vanilla day that had left his skin tainted, as it often did. The mirror was already...
A huge thank you to my editor Tex Beethoven for another amazing job and collaboration, thank you Tex you rock!!! Book 1 Chapter 28 Lily and Dante pulled into their new driveway in front of their new garage at the Cabin. She was driving her truck, which was crammed to the gills with all kinds of stuff -- furniture, food, clothing, electronics equipment --...
I met her online one night. Her profile picture was hot. Nice smooth legs and some tiny shorts. It just made your imagination go right to what was between those legs. And her skin was nice and white and silky smooth. So I broke the ice and asked her if we could chat and she said yes. Turns out the rest of her was just as hot as her profile picture. We starte...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Another in the Western Genre. ***** The dastardly War Between the States had finally come to an end. It was not the end many in New Orleans had hop...
The Dream Girl Clifton Henry was born on May 28th, 1899 in the dusty town of Post, Texas. Growing up in Post taught Clifton two things: First, how to be a gentleman to a lady. Second, the finer things and prettier things took their sweet time coming to Post, if at all. So, when he turned 17, Clifton enlisted in the army. It's his time in the army that e...
I want to thank LeaveMeBe for inspiring this story, FallingForRose for helping me work through it and rewriting parts. S_Pearce for talking me through what should happen next. They are much more talented than me and you should read S_Pearces story, it's awesome. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. ***** The security monitor shone with people, that playe...
Danny, short for Daniela stepped out of the rear seat of her Cadillac that pulled in to the entry court of the old Townsend house. She was dressed in a modern interpretation of a 1920's flapper dress. Several cars were unloading with people rushing to enter the party. Danny was attending what the invitation said was a night in Old Havana. It was a charity...
Six — Jezzibella Trollope "Bite my hoe, you blbblblblblackckckckckc bastrdrdrd!" "Blaspheeeeeeemingingingingngngngngng poofoofoofterterssss!" "Fuckckckckckck you!" A rake paused in mid thrust before my chest, juddering back and forth. Attempting to dodge the prongs I moved slightly to my left, but also juddered in time with the rake. Time was suspended d...