I'd walked a long way from my village, climbing the mountain trail into the next valley looking for the herbs and roots I needed for my spells and cures. When I saw the narrow waterfall spilling down the cliff into the sun-warmed pool below I couldn't resist; I was hot and dirty from the climb, and the water was too enticing to pass by. I stopped and listene...
Liza walked in her front door, snow following her in and coming to rest on the hard wood floor in front of the stairs. She closed the door and locked it. Shivering, she took off her scarf and coat, appreciating the warmth of the house. Shaking her short red hair with her hands the snow fell to the floor and disappeared. It was late. Liza was hungry, cold, a...
The ride to the sex shop was mostly uneventful but Stephanie could not help but notice she was beginning to become aroused. "Wow... what has gotten into me?" Stephanie said as she took several deep breaths. She felt her vaginal lips move as if forming a smile underneath her skirt. "Arriving at Molly's Sex Shop on your right," said the ominous voice of her...
Katia meandered back through her generously sized town. It wasn't small but half the population was spread out over hundreds of acres running large farms and ranches. Her family, for instance, lived just on the outskirts of town and by that it was really five subpars (about ten miles). She had always imagined what life would be like outside of Kistoog, run...
This is a romantic crime thriller which contains some romantic sex, some non consensual sex, and some male on male violence, plus a lot of very interesting and interacting characters, with some twists and turns in the story. I have tried to keep things as tasteful as I can, keeping in mind some peoples sensitivity. As with all my stories there is not alway...
"You're in my spot." I looked up at you wiping my face off quickly. "Excuse me?" "You're in my spot." You say again, standing there looking down at me. "I didn't realize my rock had your name on it. This is my rock, not your spot." I snap back annoyed. "It is my spot, but clearly you need it more than I do. You can have it tonight." You say in a gentle...
Once, long ago, back in the not so politically correct depression days of the 1930's, life was much different in the steamy underbelly of most big cities in America; especially for a sleezy Private Eye. To earn a living, they preyed on unscrupulous characters with no morals & no societal taboos, that mainstream society would call vulgar - but was reality in...
Howdy folks, my name is Wendell Buford, and I live in a little town name of Frog Whistle, Arkansas, with my widdered Ma, Mavis Buford, and my sister Priscilla. Now, folks is always sayin' to me, "Wendell, you ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" but I reckon I got me a sixth grade education and I can lift all kinds o' heavy stuff, so I cain't compl...
Ed Lee lehnt im Türrahmen seines Büros. Eine dünne Zigarre im Mundwinkel, beobachtet er den Eingang zum Saloon. Das wettergegerbte Gesicht mit dem weißen gepflegten Schnurrbart und den dunklen gütigen Augen trägt sorgenvolle Züge. Schon seit fast einer halben Stunde ist es drüben totenstill. Fast alle Männer der Stadt und auch ein paar neugierige Frauen sind...
As darkness fell that day I knew not what awaited me once the moon was full. I felt her body slither against mine, I felt her tender kisses as shivers ran down my spine and I felt her thigh choke me as I gasped for breath. The assassins black, nylon, bodysuit glided across my naked from as she sighed in pleasure, muffling out my screams for mercy, deep brea...