Angus McLaren sat in the shade of the wrap-around porch. The Men's House was a comfortable place with its Adirondack chairs and broad eaves and on a hot, late summer day it was just the place for a large iced tea and some time to digest lunch. Food was important at The Commune and fortunately it was fresh, organic and plentiful. It was, he thought, a damned...
Chapter 12 - The Good Neighbor ============ A quiet weekend ends with a new player entering the game. Abby suggests adding someone else to the mix, and Alex's business plan gets Abby's approval. This series starts with A Bit of Blackmail, then A Bit More Blackmail, and A Blackmail Buddy. I suggest they be read in order. ============ For the first time i...
Bill met Sally in the library on Monday afternoon following their weekend of sexual play. When he was sure they had privacy he asked if she was still okay with everything they'd done on Saturday and Sunday. She assured him that she was but he pressed by saying, "I just don't want you to hate me; are my balls still safe?" Sally smiled and replied, "I've grow...
With one eye still on the winding road, Rosie glanced at the luminous clock on the dashboard. It felt like she'd been driving along this damned road forever. Surely the village was just over the next hill? But the inky blackness was impenetrable; the only light came from a few distant stars, far above. So she sighed and fixed her eyes back on the ribbon of p...
The Great War emptied Arnor's Dale of most save the young and the aged. Lord Keflavik marched away under his red banner taking with him those who could wield a bow, bill, or sword. The red lord came not again to the high country, falling as he did, in some nameless skirmish, his troop scattered and broken. The Dale, though, remained in relative quiet. Many o...
"How are you doing lately, Ty?" Vicki asked her ex, as she picked up Trevor from his place. Her son was busy gathering his stuff, so they had a private moment that allowed for candid discussion. She was sincerely concerned, as it had been more than three months since Dinah's demise and Ty still seemed to keep to himself. Vicki knew that grief was never easy...
Part 1 I watch as the dumbass snatches the purse. Then he's running, bolting as fast as he can down the moonlit streets, making a hard right down the alleyway. The idea here is to limit anyone's ability to see him so he can get away with it. What he hasn't accounted for is that it also limits anyone's ability to see me, and I am at my most dangerous when I...
FOREWORD The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but... By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available ch...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. The original story which was previously posted on Literotica has been completely revamped, so the folks who have been following the story might want to go back and re-read from Chapter 1. Hopefully if you enjoyed the original,...
Kurt was pensive as he re-read the letter. It was about all that could distract him from his surroundings. "About your dad, huh?" The speaker was to Kurt's left, fiddling with the fly of his pants. "And my sister, somehow." "And you got no idea why?" "Some idea." "Check this out." He wasn't sure he wanted to. Kurt looked up. The room had a dim blue lig...