Chapter 15 "Where're ya headed?" the man with the missing tooth asked. He wore chainmail and carried a mace on his belt. There was a small shield strapped to his back. "And why don't you got any shoes?" "Four Roads," Treya replied. "I'm visiting some friends. I've got shoes in my pack; I'm just not wearing them." "Four Roads?" the other man said as he loo...
Near Boston Harbor, adjacent to the Financial district, there was a rather unique and special barber. He specialized in services not usually rendered by any other of his profession. By day, assorted account executives, brokers and the like, from various high-power financial titans would march into his little out-of-the-way barber shop, all looking for a quic...
A friend of mine came to my house and after the grand tour asked me where I got "My Chair", this is the story. *Please note there is not a lot of sex in this story, there's some almost sex near the end. On the up side there is great potential for sex because of this story. It's a long story. Please leave your Constructive comments. I have posted a pick of t...
Well, let me begin this and you can decide whether it's a true story or not. It was Christmas Eve and, like most American males, I was out running around at the mall picking up those last few things for my wife. Yup! I'm one of those guys that swears up and down every year that there in no way in hell anyone would get me near one of those places after Dece...
Even with all the stress of moving into a new home he could not believe his luck at finding out he lived next door to a beautiful big woman. She had long shiny blondish brown hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile. She had just given him a small pasta casserole. As they chatted his cock was getting hard. When she lean over to pick up something she had drop her h...
This story contains scenes of group sex. This story is written at the request of a reader. He suggested the plot. ********************* "What do you think of the coffee?" I asked my friend Susan. "It's nice, but you know, all these coffee houses have nice coffee. I'd have trouble telling one from the other in a blind tasting," Susan replied. "Yeah, I g...
Bonnie was bored. Actually, Bonnie was beyond bored. She was ready to scream and start breaking things just to have something to do. The house was clean, the laundry was done, folded and put away. That night's dinner was even done, or at least in the crock pot cooking. It was only ten in the morning and all she had to look forward too until jack got home was...
Ted cruised slowly through his old neighborhood. Much had changed, but the Carmichael house still stood. He smiled, remembering the Carmichael girls, Cynthia, and Ann. Cynthia was his age, Ann four years younger. He’d worshipped Cynthia, but he lived in a ramshackle farmhouse across the creek, while they were well-to-do. Her father disapproved of him, and h...
Steam was just billowing out from under the raised hood of the old '52 Chevy stake bed pick up. Very glumly, they sat beside the road and watched the mini imitation of Old Faithful, the geyser. They were actually more concerned about how mad that Paw was going to be when they got back late from the trip down the mountains into town. Paw had a temper, no doub...
Chapter 1: The Summons When she found the note someone had managed to tuck un-noticed into her pocket as she was shopping, Jill felt alarmed; it was him again! Sipping coffee in a nearby cafe she read it carefully. The one who she thought of only as the Man wanted her again. Anxiety swept over her and she had to fight to regain calm. She told herself he wo...