Author's foreword: Thank you for humbly allowing me to participate in this event with such a stellar cast of writers. I accepted the invitation because I have always loved the Western genre and I'm looking forward to reading some incredible stories. A big and heartfelt thank you to Randi for riding herd on this event and editing my story. Hope you enjoy. *...
Given the choice between a young, hot, ravenous stud and an older gentleman, simmering in passionate wisdom and experience, my preference will always be without a single doubt the old man. I often wonder if men realize that while a woman is walking down a street being appreciated for her eye catching silhouette, offering them a break in the usual nothing t...
Forward: This is a revision of the chapter one to this story. The original first chapter, which you can still read, makes the assumption that a woman could enjoy being raped. Actually we know better. Susan still gets raped in this revision, but it plays out differently. I hope you still enjoy it. Introduction Susan Slattery was proud of herself. Here she w...
Dear readers, I apologize for taking so long to post this chapter. I hope the following chapters go more smoothly. After a steak with baked potato, corn on the cob and all the trimmings, plus Cindy's special coffee, Ken was ready for more and so was everyone else. Peggy wouldn't leave his side all through dinner. Ken wondered how she'd feel Monday morni...
It was a warm Saturday about a month after my divorce. I sat at the bar nursing a beer and watching the college football game on the TV. While I wasn't really looking to actively socialize, I had come across the lake just to be in a place where there were other people. I pondered how I had gotten to this point. I wasn't exactly broken up about the divorce,...
Chapter One Cindy Barlow slowed to a fast walk, as she turned onto her street; breaking into a wide smile as she gazed upon the scene before her. She'd started her run in the pre-dawn darkness; aware of the carpet of newly fallen snow but not seeing it. During her run the lightening sky had slowly revealed snow-clad trees and shrubs - not to mention cars an...
Loading had taken some time and everything was in its place to be quickly accessible. The oppressive heat made it difficult to be so organized. "Hello!" I wrenched the garage door the rest of the way closed and turned to see her, my neighbor, my busy body neighbor. "So, what are you hiding?" There was a big grin on her face as she asked. Apparently, I look...
With the help of my wife's best friend Meghan, Debbie has agreed to be my Mistress for one week. Deb went over some ground rules with me before the week started. "You will do EVERYTHING I say! No exceptions. If you don't, we will discontinue your slave weeks, and it should never be brought up again. Do you agree?" Deb had those black rimmed glasses on again...
For the next four or five days I managed to stay away from my sewing room anytime when Peter might be home. I was even recovering a little until one hot August afternoon my virile neighbor caught me working in the yard. All I had on was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, the gym class kind with the short loose legs and elastic at the waist. My only unde...
"My mum had a massive go at me the other night after you left," Chloe said to me when we were alone at the theatre group the following Monday. "What about?" "My knickers." "But you were wearing your knickers. You even proved it!" "Yeah, but the time before, you yelled up the stairs about me not wearing any." "Oh," I blushed. "Sorry about that. I was mad...