Free Western Stories Novels & Stories

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A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous

Kayla's POV: It has been 3 long weeks since I was taken from Seth. It has been the longest 3 weeks of my life they have been utterly horrible because I will not break the lucky thing is they have no idea I am a shifter. The stupid wolves think I am just a wild horse that is struggling to come to terms with been ridden, which really is not the case. I have never been ridden before and I am not going to let anyone bully me into it.

Luna responded. How are you liking it so far? Where did you move from? " Washington State but Ive always moved around a lot. I love it here the history the archirtecture I can really vibe here. My cousins told me I would love it but I was a bit hesitant. I am so glad you approached me. I am a little reserved when it comes to meeting someone. " Said Luna The 2 sat for hours and conversed getting to know the basic things about each other. Neither telling the other that they were a witch or a werewolf. Before they knew it the bar was closing. Time had flown by.

I learned that she was the proverbial Midwest farmer's daughter tired of the quiet, lonely farm life and wanted to experience something more exciting than watching the corn grow and the animals mate. I returned the information with that of my own nomadic lifestyle as we ate our pie and drank coffee. As she talked, I sat there, chin on my hand, taking in her natural beauty and charm. She started my juices flowing by putting her hand on my leg, letting it move up and down as she talked like we were dating. I slipped my arm around her moved a little closer, brushing against those wonderful tits whose nipples were showing hard and erect beneath her silky top. Her hand quickly stole to my crotch

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Hessa, who was just sitting far from us, gasped and shifted uneasily beside the door, but neither of us spared her a glance. “Tell me everything,” I demanded. Lowell pulled out a chair, sat down, and rested his forearms on his knees. “You remember Knox? The werefox living in the States and becoming a famous writer and used to talk about the old wars? The ones before men wrote their histories neat and clean. The stories he told were too bloody to put in books.” I nodded once.