(Author's note - The original story, Wagons Ho, was not written with the intent of a follow up but reader response has prompted me to add a second chapter. Those who have not read Chapter One may wish to do so before reading this installment.) All too soon our idyllic stay at Ash Hollow came to an end and the wagon train resumed it's trek to the west. Octob...
Lindsey and I walked into the Cuban restaurant the next day for lunch, and picked a quiet table in the corner. Marta, our waitress from two days ago, smiled when she saw us and told the other waitress heading our way that she would take care of us. She was five feet of dark, mysterious Cuban sexiness, and she greeted us like long lost friends. "Hey you two!...
The next day at work brought bad news. A last minute business trip to Frankfurt meant their hike would now happen a couple of weeks later than arranged. As it turned out both were consumed by work so really he hadn't thought that much about her until the days immediately before their hike. He hoped he hadn't understated the strenuousness of the trail. As he...
We settled on a pattern after the first night. We weren't really going out, we were just fuck buddies who enjoyed each other's company. Both of us were fiercely independent. My last relationship had been a disaster and I had come of it swearing I would never be under another woman's foot again. On the other hand, she just wanted a fuck buddy. She was hones...
Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one. He had lived at 15 Walter Street all his life, even after the passing of his wife just a year ago, he continued to live in a house that was filled with memories of the love of his life....
My wife Abby and I spent a week in Vegas last spring. One afternoon after walking the strip we decided on a place to get an early dinner and a few drinks not far from our hotel. It was a place similar to Hooters where the waitresses were all attractive, fit, and wear short shorts and tight low cut tees. Although early, the tables were already full. There w...
"Who's ready for round three?" the sexiest woman I have ever known asked her two best friends as she secured their blindfold back over my eyes. "Do I have anything to say on my own behalf?" I asked, once again tethered at all four points to our king-size bed and blindfolded as the ladies prepared to ride my tongue and face to their third orgasms of the even...
She looked down and smiled. Roses. She loved roses. But who would leave them at the door for her? She hadn't heard from Billy since they broke up. Well she considered them broken up. She hadn't heard from him from that stupid fight they had two weeks ago that had them both saying things she knew, or at least she thought she knew, they didn't mean. They had b...
Fishing has always been one of my favourite pass times. I'm absolutely fucking awful at it, and the few times I did manage a catch, I felt like I was caught holding a scaly, fighty dick in my hand. I mean seriously, you want me to pull the hook out of that things goldfish mouth? Ugh. But, what fishing does give me, that I adore, is some peace. No phone ca...
Jared was sitting around his friend Sammi's apartment, bored out of his mind. It wasn't his fault, nor that of his host. But she and their mutual friend Beth had started to talk about make-up, and that was a topic of conversation he could honestly do without. The thing was, for the most part, Jared didn't understand why it was such a big deal. He'd known S...