This is the fourth installment of the Geezer series. It can be read as a stand-alone but it will make more sense if you have read the first three parts as there are references to what happened earlier. If you take the time to read it, please take a few seconds to vote and comment. It’s the only way I know what you think. Chapter 1 I woke early and checked the clock—6:17. In other times I would have reached for my cock and...

For my sixteenth birthday, my parents took me to Alaska. I had always wanted to go to Alaska, don’t ask me why. So when I found out I was going to get to spend a whole week there I was excited. Healy was the destination that my father chose. He was not really big on people, so he wanted to spend our time somewhere where we were not surrounded by people. I did not care where it was, just as long as it was in Alaska. Once w...

I lick my fingers and bring them down to my longing pussy. In circular motions I rub my clit as my head tilts back and I moan. Where I was only some what wet before I started, now I'm soaked and not just from the sensations I'm giving myself, but by fantasizing of my ghost hunting partner, Trevor.I had met him years back and while I had started talking to him because of my attraction to him, I learned that he, like me, wa...

I looked at the broken floor below me, realizing that I was an idiot. This wasn't something any sane person would do. In fact, anyone with a measurable amount of common sense wouldn't have come near a place full of rusted metal and broken floors. Looking across the way, the small kitten stared at me, almost as if he were mocking me. "I hate cats," I muttered to myself. And I did. I had never liked them. They were like tin...

This falls under the heading of can't believe it happened, but it truly did. I had returned to my old hometown, a tiny little wide spot in the woods in Indiana, after a few years of running around and discovering the world and my place in it. My parents had recently passed away and I was there to handle their affairs and sell there little cottage in the trees. My name is Jester Wright, but just call me Jess. It was late O...

The cool Autumn air flowing through the open door disturbed the dusty webs of long dead spiders as we pushed the heavy wooden door inward. Only the whisper of the breeze, our breath, and the screech of the door's rusty hinges competed with the sound of my pounding heart as I stepped through the threshold into the house's foyer. It was evident that Madison and I were the first visitors in quite some time, that the house's...

(Thank you, Allie and Sam! I finally got this chapter to materialize, but only with your help.) Carrie paced the floor...back and forth. Having already called the hospital to check on Trina, she was relieved to find out that her best friend suffered nothing more than a broken ankle and light concussion. She would heal, but Beau would pay. It was time to do some homework. Throughout the day, the vibrations from the door to...

Over the next couple of weeks, my loan application was approved, and I was on my way to being a home owner. Trina tried to be happy for me, but after reading the articles, she was worried that I was in over my head. Lucky for me, the previous owner state d that the house be sold fully furnished. She was donating the period furniture with the house when she died. So, I got an amazing deal.Moving day came, and I was so exci...

Being a lover of fine, southern homes, I was thrilled when the old antebellum house that I had my eye on came on market. It is a fine house with huge columns on the porch, which wraps around the entire house. Three stories high and painted white, this massive 150 year old mansion resided close to the Louisiana boarder. My best friend, Katrina, lives in New Orleans, so I always see the house on my way down to visit her. I...

It was 3:00 a.m. The wind was howling and the shutters were banging on the windows. Jenny found herself tossing and turning all through the night. Just as she would start to drift off to sleep there would be a loud bang and she would be wide-awake again. Though she would never admit it to anyone, she was a little scared at all the commotion going on outside. The leaves blowing, shutters banging, and dogs barking. It being...

  She stands near the window, watching the snowstorm come in.   Clouds darken the sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness.   Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless.   Snow covers the ground and frost creeps into the corners of the window pane.   She stirs the embers in the fireplace and lays an armful of logs on the grate.   In her sheer, white nightdress she looks like a gho...