I woke up and stared up at my bed. I had grown tired of sleeping on it; it made me comfortable enough to dream. After all the wars; I didn't want to dream. I threw off the blanket and stared at my eighteen year-old face in the mirror of my hotel room. Hmph, after ninety years, you think it would've made a difference on my appearance after all the times I've...
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Ch.11 All Together Now The old Harley came off the back of the pick up slowly, as the guys eased it down. The flat tires made it near impossible to move properly, as four of them pushed it into the bay and set it on the stand. "Well, there it is Wally. How do you like her?" Wally walked around the old bike, checking out the need for a grea...
This is the third in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. You don't need to have read chapter one but you might as well! I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback – it's always welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013. Things had quietened down for Ed since his little sojourn by the pool w...
Hi readers! I'll start this chapter with a quick update: Aran, Sara and Sorla have spent many weeks in hiding in the Hidden Temple beneath Maralon. The Heralds of Dawn have not withdrawn their search for Sara and Sorla, who killed three of their men. The Heralds have continued to scour the city day and night, making it nigh impossible for Aran to venture i...
I was to marry on Saturday week and didn't want a stag night. The very idea of getting blindingly drunk with a loud, raucous bunch of mates unpalatable. I told my best man it wasn't required and to say nothing to my fiancé, Lily. Over the years I made many girlfriends and still secretly saw them on a platonic basis. I preferred their company to guys. One ni...
When the young and ambitious Continental Congress of the United States signed the Northwestern Treaty in 1787, it opened up the lands west of the Ohio and Allegheny rivers to homesteading. The original thirteen colonies had felt the need to expand beyond the eastern coastal area, into the unexplored western lands. By boat or by land, settlers arrived at a sm...
Angela White sat in an expansive business class seat just ahead of the Boeing 777's wing, and having passed on the heavy meal and taken only a few sips of water after take-off, had dropped off into an anxiously light sleep as the jet made it's way westward across the Atlantic. Being an employee of British Airways, she had managed to get a vacant seat that wo...
We had just returned home after spending a wonderful evening of dining & dancing with our friends Adam & Rose at the Gun Smoke. Laura loves to dance and although I am a good dancer as the result of her help it is my little dove that shines at this endeavor and makes me look better than I actually am. After a night of dancing Laura is shall we say... stimul...
My name is Phil Wilder. I write mostly erotica, but I have a few stories that are published that are milder fare. But what attracts most people to my work is the kinky sex and sometimes-brutal violence that is displayed in my works. Most writers seem to want to give their readers a happy ending, but I just don't find that realistic. That is not the way life...