Western Short Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

As I glanced around the library, my fingers traced the spine of each book my hands touched. "Help me, Teresa," "With what? What book?" "A book about the West," "Well if it's about the West. What better way to know about it other than from a person who lives there? I'm a Westerner," I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," "What do I don't understand? You're being difficult, Amethyst," I came to a sudden halt, causing Teresa to nearly bump into me from behind. "I'm discussing a narrative from a distinct viewpoint—a perspective recounting tales from the West, not your own," I clarified.

An average sized man was standing behind her with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and cigarette in the other. "Um...I'm lost" She straightened up. "I'll help you" He smiled and stepped closer. "Who do we have here?" Another man popped out from the other side. "Our dessert. She's lost, I know exactly how to help her" He laughed. "You'll share, won't you?" The later man staggered forward and almost lost his footing. Willow backed away from the cabin. "I always share" He stepped on his cigarette. "I was just looking for unique animals out here. I don't mean to intrude. I'll be on my way now if you don't mind" Willow took another step backwards.

I whispered, even though my body screamed no. He just winked. “Always more at The Cock Fest.” I closed my eyes, feeling the cum still dripping, my pussy throbbing with that deep, satisfied ache. I was exhausted, covered in sweat and loads from eight strangers, but my mind was already buzzing for whatever came next. This marathon had pushed me to my limit, and I fucking loved it.

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo

Hopefully, he's a big, strong animal that will make me feel like I'm more than a large woodland creature. I can feel my deer, Holly, getting upset with me, so I'll stop whining. I'm just tired of wandering around alone. Billings, Montana, is nice, but perhaps I should consider going somewhere bigger with more single men. I work as a receptionist for a local real estate company. Even though the agents work on weekends, the main office is closed, so I'm walking around the city, just as I do every weekend. I keep expecting my mate to fall into my lap.

Right now, I need him. We head into town. We share the town with another pack called Red River. The town has shopping, restaurants and bars. We head to our favorite bar called The Hound. When we arrive several wolves, greet us as we walk to the bar. The owner Tommy pours us whiskey. “You feeling okay?” Devin asks. I hang my head and down my drink and Tommy pours me another. “No man I’m not. I feel lost.” I reply. “Dude go and get her. This feeling is not going to go away until she is back with you.” Devin tells me. “I can’t she doesn’t belong here with me,” I down another drink and get a refill.