Prologue Stormhellion Castle Anteran 1320AD (After Dragons) The stony-faced man and the cloaked, hooded woman walked almost unnoticed through the jostling, drunken crowd in the gaily-festooned Great Hall. The festivities had been gathering speed since before lunch and most of the courtiers were now too far in their cups to make the distinction between one...
Husband is out of town, you knew that when old friend contacted you, a guy you hadn't seen since your college days who was visiting for a conference. Your Mom has the baby and your original plan had been a lazy weekend, pampering yourself and relaxing. You didn't tell husband about old friend. Why not? Were you worried he'd be jealous? Did you think that old...
I understand why people read the Loving Wives genre (betrayal and revenge are an emotional turn-on). But a lot of its stories border on the misogynistic (look it up cowboy). So, I thought I'd take a stab at writing a genuine, non-cynical "loving wife" tale - just as a change of pace. The Hemingway short story with the same title may have been the first (on...
A very warm thank you to Decal_last for his help editing this latest submission. FIVE TO MIDNIGHT "Damn," Merrick Miller grunted to himself, looking at his wife glued to her phone. It had finally dawned upon him; Kimberly was addicted. Morning, day, and night, her frantic eyes and feverish fingers never left the touchscreen as of late. There was always s...
What I'm writing about happened on a Friday night this past March. My wife Nancy and I had moved from Colorado six months earlier and were getting into a new routine in California. I've entered a doctoral program at UC-Berkeley while she works across the bay in San Francisco. When I got home from the library that Friday at about 6:00 o'clock, Nancy gave me...
Out in the middle of nowhere, the three young women from the museum followed the directions that the Sheriff had given them. It took them along an old and bumpy dirt road. On the way, they passed a couple of farmsteads and barns and a beautiful creek that stretched by the road for a mile. "You know, even if we don't find the painting, I think I should stop...
Gina had a dangerous smile on her face as I walked in the house covered in red clay matted to my body with sweat from a long thankless day at the office. My gorgeous petite wife walked up in a flirty barely there dress that showed off her big breasts and curvy hips and it did nothing to improve my mood. It added to my depression. Gina was so pretty a doze...
Years of training for war had him ready to defend himself and reciprocate the blow as he hit the hard ground, his attacker on top of him. Rade couldn't make out the man's features, but knew that he had the intent of hurting his opponent in his mind. Blindly, Rade swung at the shadow's face, hearing a satisfying crunch. The figure keened and drew back, hands...
As usual, don't read a Troubador story if you are looking for sex. This is different from my usual story, but I think you'll know the people I'm writing about, like some of them and dislike others. _ _ _ _ _ _ "Dammit! Another big week planned with Susan, another 'emergency' call from the boss!" thought Darwin as he hefted his big portmanteau in one hand,...
She caught me staring, for about the fifth time, at her cleavage. Lauren, my wife's sister, just gave me a "you're-a-naughty-boy" and continued slicing tomatoes for the salad. Lauren and my wife, Abby, are very close. Since only 14 months separate them, their sisterly relationship also took on a very close, friend-like quality. When I first started dating A...