This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
[Chapter One is in my profile. The scene on the roof is an expansion of a much shorter one in the movie.] *** Rooftop Sojourn In late May of 1967 Valerie wanted to change rooms but she had a couple of weeks until a new rental became available. She stowed most of her possessions with her friend Stevie but she figured she could get through the gap by sleepi...
~*~Prologue: Thieves' Valley~*~ High in the stony mountains that bordered the Dark Ocean was a foreboding castle that nestled between two jagged peaks called the Twin Daggers. The peaks were called as such because they pierced into the sky rather than rose gently, and because the men who had discovered them thousands of years in the past had not been very c...
I have written a variety of captions and posted them to BDSMLR over the past year. Recently, I decided that I would try sharing some of the captions here on CHYOA for people to write continuations or alternate branches if the captions catch their interest. These captions involve celebrities, historical figures, and original characters. The content most often...
I debated on the title but finally decided to just leave it as it first came to me. This is fiction. The towns named are real but that is all that is real. The events and people are all figments of my imagination. There is very little sex and no one under the age of eighteen is involved. Sorry if you are looking for a stroke story. I am not talented enough t...
************* CHAPTER TWENTY TWO The ocean trip to the city of Tellismere was somewhat delayed by contrary winds, which at this winter season came near head on, from the northwest. The fleet was running close-hauled, tacking back and forth beating their way upwind. In better weather, the trip could have been made in less than a week, but instead they felt l...
Chapter 11 The morning after leaving the forest, Corec woke to find the elf girl—Shavala—calmly sitting on a large rock in the middle of the camp, near the remains of the fire. She waved at him and smiled brightly. He pushed aside his blanket and stood. "What are you doing here?" he asked, before his mind woke up enough to realize how rude he sounded. "It...
Off the village of Tiputa, Rangiroa Atoll, French Polynesia Saturday Morning The woman sat in the sailboat's cockpit, her legs stretched out in the sun, her eyes fixed on the thatched-roof cottages that rimmed the palm-lined shore less than a hundred yards away. The sun had been up for less than three hours but already the morning air was thick and warm, a...
I can't seem to keep away from the western stories. Maybe I was a real cowboy in another life or maybe I long for the time when a man could decide his own destiny without interference from the government or some do gooder telling me how to speak and think. Who knows? Thank for taking the time to read and comment on my work. As usual constructive critiques,...
And one thing I had come to want out of life was making love to my sweet Moxie. It was amazing how much life had changed – how much I had changed – since I had found her. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought about finding a woman to love – and who would love me – like Moxie and I did. Oh, sure, I'd dreamed about finding a woman to fuck often but I didn't...