Springs Valley Bank Stories

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Dream Car

by Spencerfiction on Dec 3, 2017
Romance

Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...

Long Lost Love

by rwcforfun on Sep 23, 2019
Romance

(All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental.) *** Do you remember the first person you fell madly in love with? I sure do. Her name was Mary Beth. She was 18 years old and lived across the street from the house we had just moved into on Ram Way in Waterside. Mar...

Love in a Sunset

by Heartsongs on May 1, 2018
Romance

'Love in a Sunset' is the continuing journey of Carly, a woman in her mid thirties, falling in love and discovering the magic of sex. It is the sequel to 'Journey to Love' the story which actually sets up the characters for 'Love in a Sunset.' While not necessary, I would suggest searching and reading 'Journey to Love' first. If you enjoy 'Journey to Love,'...

Horner Springs Retirees #03

by JackLuis on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to adva...

Horner Springs Retirees #01

by JackLuis on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Horner Springs Retirees #1 Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this town will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories th...

Horner Springs, The Institute Ch. 07

by voluptuary_manque on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

Jacqueline Bacon slid onto a barstool at Hoppy Daze, Horner Springs' newest artisanal brewery. She looked down at her very slightly worn jeans and deliberately scuffed ropers. Then gazing around the room at the collection of cowboys, students, late season fly anglers, locals and dogs that inhabited the place, she decided that she didn't look too out of place...

Horner Springs Retirees #02

by JackLuis on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this town will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to...

Iron Girders and Steel Springs

by manyeyedhydra on Dec 3, 2019
Erotic Horror

Marshall O'Neil waved down the minibus as it pulled into the quiet car park next to the picturesque little railway station. It was the first vehicle he'd seen since getting off the train ten minutes ago. First people, even. Altnabreac was a real out-of-the-way place. Marshall had been the only passenger left on the train and there was no one else about when...

Rare Earth, Rare Seed

by satyricon.21 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This started out as an Earth Day story, but I missed the deadline; so I tried to tweak it into a Nude Day story, but it didn't feel right; now it's a story. Sentences within one asterisk are private thoughts; sentences within two asterisks are shared or 'Voiced' thoughts. It's not an ideal method of distinguishing thought from dialogue, but it's what there...

Dark Forces

by PaxNurgle on May 8, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

1. In the endless miles of desert surrounding Paradise Valley, Nevada, there is silence now. The rustling of the sagebrush, the distant howling of the coyotes on the long, lonely evenings, the tan and green colors and the distant peaks. I had been here a week now, at my grandmother's old house, just me and Mom. We are working on tidying the place up. Perhap...