I'm standing in my own forge. The timbers are still new and the smell of pitch and thatch is strong in the place. Soon it will be replaced by the acrid scent of smoke and the bitter tang of metal. The day has been long. My arms are burning with exhaustion. The current batch of weapons I'm making is nearing completion. The last sword is in my hands now. The f...
Max carefully bent a low hanging branch up, making sure not to break it as Kelly ducked through. She glanced around curiously, looking for whatever it was he was looking for. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” “Pretty sure.” Max idly brushed a leaf out of his short brown hair. “The rest of the group should be somewhere up ahead here.” “I hope so. It...
For anyone just tuning in, I suggest you read part read part one in this series first. It will make for better reading of this story. * I awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. The memories of last night still clouding my thought process, the experience of it all getting my dick hard. As I opened my eyes, there sat my beautiful wife on her side of the...
(This story is written with the extremely gracious permission of USAFTNT, who was kind enough to not only allow me to follow-up his story but encouraged me to write it anyway I thought it should go. Quite a while ago, I read a story titled "Mergers and Acquisitions" by USAFTNT. Briefly, a rich man named Ron became infatuated with Toni, who was married to St...
"Shonda, I have a huge favor to ask you." My ears perked up with interest. Simone was my girl. You know, the one you planned mischief with since you were seven. The one who you giggled with as a teen and had so much dirt on you she could bury you in a heartbeat but you knew she would go to the grave with your deepest secrets. I couldn't understand why she w...
I replayed the events of the day in my mind as I drove home. When I arrived, safe within the garage, I just sat in the car. I've never been shy. Not in social, or in physical, contexts. But this was crazy, even for me. ------- Earlier ... It is, of course, unfair to expect anyone -- let alone a college student -- to drop everything they are doing t...
Hi again, readers! Hope you enjoy this juicy little bit...thanks for your great comments on my other stories... * I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it's nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of...
(Based On A True story) It was another one of those boring Saturday mornings when the weather is great, there's lots of sunshine, and nothing exciting was on the agenda. How, pray tell, could a man be fortunate enough to be in Southern England, when it's having a record summer, girls everywhere you look, and still be so bored? That's the question young Ch...
This is a true story. And if I wouldn't tell this one, or write it at least, I would never know where to put my guilt. It's not that my husband never knew. He knew that I'm meeting someone, my ex-boyfriend whom I have a daughter with, but we never got married. How did my husband knew, and how did he react to this discovery, is something that I would write la...
The headlights from the approaching car illuminated the darkened living room. When the garage door began opening, Katie stirred on the couch, the noise echoing in the silent house. Her eyes opened lazily, sleep tugging at her subconscious. Her dreams called to her, the erotic journey she had been on tempted her to close her eyes again. A young teacher had...