When Black Bob rode into town, the men went into hiding. He was one of the meanest outlaws this side of the Rio Grande. He always wore a big black cowboy hat, and black boots. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Even his horse was black. He was a tall man, almost 7 ft tall, and probably weighed 300 lbs. He was a very fast draw, and bragged about killin...
If there's one truth in sellin' liquor to hard workin' folks, it's that bartenders with big bosoms mean two things: healthy tips and thirsty patrons. That draw held, even at a recently refurbished saloon, outside of Dallas, Texas. Where more money than you could shake a stick at was spent to make old new again. And with every nail driven, and coat of paint...
Charlotte sank down into her chair a little more and brought the pint up to her face to conceal her identity. Her cutting blue eyes followed the man from the door to the bar. His sword hung keenly from his hips, his boots were of worn black leather but were still in great condition. He wore a long, red wool coat with polished gold buttons and his dark wavy h...
You ask where we are going as I turn off the main highway onto a dirt road. "I'm taking you to a place unlike any you have ever seen before." Is all I will tell you. Before long, you see a sign that says "four wheel drive only beyond this point". You look at me and I can see the question in your eyes. I just smile and tell you to sit back and relax, just e...
As promised, here is the first installment of Buster's Story. It is nearly 100 years in the past. This is as much a voyage for me as it is for you. I hope you enjoy the story. It is a little slower paced. Let me know what you think. He ran through the woods, not caring that he scared deer or elk out of their daytime hides. He ran for the pure enjoyment o...
"Cesaria; Wake up my dear, dusk is here and we have much to talk about." Before I opened my eyes, I absorbed my surroundings using my senses. The voice, so gentle and soothing, familiar and loving. The air is filled with scents, some are comforting yet strangely grotesque; it is my own scent, my perfume and his, but then there is also the smell of dissolut...
The Partnership started between myself and Ben Twiggle in January of 1870 on a dry dirt farm in Kansas with 150 head of cattle and almost enough acres to feed them on. Ben and I made plans to rob a train and get enough money to buy a decent ranch and a Saloon. Molly and I had been married nearly two years and little Jenny was nearly two. Ben had been livin...
I am reposting this story as I've found that an important piece of it was not included in the original posting. This story sort of falls into the "What If" genre. I'm at a loss as to where or what genre I should list the story. It could fit in Romance, Non erotic, or Science Fiction. There is a romance involved and some Sci Fi but the crux of the story isn'...
The night party that was to suppose to be held at Lucy's apartment shifted from that night to the next day evening. So it gave Lucy lots of time to further prepare this slut, Sandra for the party. She walked into the living room, casually brushing her teeth and saw the most comical scene she had ever seen till now. The rough and tough teacher, who once brou...
At thirteen he had run away from home, a stowaway on the ship of one of his father's competitors. After two days at sea he was found and put to work scrubbing the galley and living quarters of the officers on board. When a disgustingly evil mate tried to rape him, he was to stab the man through the eye with a huge Bowie knife that seemed to disappear when it...