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Doc Ch. 20

by kingkey on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

They spent the rest of the week at the ranch doing minor chores and basically just resting up, after their long ordeal. Then the weekend rolled around, and it was time to go to town for supplies. While the women were shopping, I decided to check in with Judge Mitchell. After going to the courthouse, I was told that the judge was over at the restaurant, havi...

Doc Ch. 17

by kingkey on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Waking the next morning, I was feeling lazy. I didn't really feel like getting out of bed, but my ladies were having none of that! They were telling me to get up, that I had a lot to do before we left for town, and get up now breakfast was ready. After breakfast, I went to find Grandpa. He had just finished his own breakfast, so we went out to the wagons, m...

The Miracle Fashion

by Deadwood on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

As we are escorted to our seats by the hostess, I can see the men and woman look in turn; the men looking at my wife as we pass, and their wives looking in consternation at their husband's simply for looking. It is not the sound of her heels crushing the peanut shells on the floor of the steakhouse that grab their attention, but rather the long expanse of se...

Doc Ch. 21

by kingkey on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The following morning I awoke, still feeling tired and lazy, thinking I would just llay there and cuddle with my wives. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam open, and what seemed like a stampede to the front of the house awaking all of my wives. Immediately they all turned pale and rushed out of the house to be sick. I thought 'Well, there go my idea of...

Doc Ch. 22

by kingkey on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

CHAPTER 22 As we rode into Hill City, we caused quite a stir. The men started gathering around as we pulled up in front of the courthouse. There seemed to be a lot more weapons showing than normal from what I could see. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one man starting to level a shotgun toward us. I quickly palmed my cross-draw pistol and fired. I hit...

Doc Ch. 12

by kingkey on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I awoke to someone pounding on the door of the cabin. Dawn got up and slipped into her dress to answer the door. Upon opening it, she discovered the storekeeper and two other men. One of the other two was hurt, with an arrow protruding from his shoulder. I heard Mr. Miller ask, "Is the Doc here? We have a wounded man here. There was an Indian attack at his...

A Sunday Night in Deadwood

by Grey Beard on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I entered The Rooms of Mirrors and started to laugh at silly shapes and sizes, but as I moved through the maze of rooms, I became more and more confused by multiple reflections at odd angles and false exits. The disorientation was complete when the door of the last room slammed shut behind me, and I was plunged into total darkness. It seemed as if I had go...

Sex in a Stage Coach

by WerewolfatNight on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

The interior of the stagecoach was dark and gloomy, and the jostling increased as the horses started down a long incline. "Soon as we get in to Reno you're going straight to work." The man in the frock coat said. "I need some start-up money, so you're going to be giving blow-jobs as soon as I get us a room for the night." The curly-headed blonde woman scow...

El Paso - DGH

by DG Hear on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Feleena and El Paso City. This is a follow up to our first "Invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continuing support we might make this a regularly semi-annual event. As always I would...

Dead Things Need Love Too

by Darkestkiss on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...