A Song and Moonlight

By Mistress Mirabell

Larsen blew into town on a whim and quickly fell under the spell of a certain little blonde singer. He had no plans for the future but her song just might make him change his mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mistress Mirabell
• Release date: Aug 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476238319

Mistress Mirabell

I am a storyteller with a little twist... I am currently sharing creative adult fiction known as erotica. Check out both my collections as they start becoming available mid may... Fayte's Fancies... erotica based on classic fairy tells you heard as a child Troll Tales... erotica with a supernatural twist that allow you to walk on the dark side

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A Song and Moonlight

A Short Erotic Story from the Troll Tales Collection

Written by Mistress Mirabell

Copyright 2012 by Mistress Mirabell

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Larsen had planned to blow through the small town of Watson and head for a bigger city before stopping. But for some reason he had found himself slowing as he passed through the main street; and before he had really thought it through, he was paying a bored looking desk clerk and palming the key to a room at a motel not far from the center of town. He had barely glanced at the room before heading out to find the only two things that would make this stop worthwhile; a good steak and even better company.

Two hours later he was leaning against the bar in a small hole in the wall place he couldn't even remember the name of. In fact, he couldn't remember if he was in Wyoming or Montana; it might even be one of the Dakotas. The days had blurred lately as he tried to shake the restless feeling that had been coming upon him more and more lately. The only things that seemed to cure it were the feel of his bike under him and sex. And for the last week, the sex hadn't helped at all.

Larsen had spent long hours on his bike, often riding late into the night. The closest he came to peace was the feel of the engine thrum under his butt as his spine vibrated and the night air whipped past. He had been heading slowly toward Canada and maybe home. Larsen was hoping some time in the deep woods where he had grown up would calm him down.

He turned and rested his elbows on the bar and looked the place over as he swigged from his beer bottle. The place was pretty small with a token dance floor and a small platform that appeared to be the stage. There was a group of guys tuning up instruments and Larsen chose to take that as a sign there would be a band. That usually meant women and dancing so he turned to order another beer as he waited for the bar to fill up.

Several beers and a couple shots of whiskey later; he was beginning to rethink stopping in this bar or even this town. There were plenty of the usual bar flies available and more than one had offered to take a turn around the floor with him. Larsen had waved them all by. He was in the mood; the dull ache in his sac reminded him that