A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
Last weekend I drove up to my parent's cottage to be alone and relax. It began to rain when I was half way there and only got worse when I finally arrived. After dinner and a couple of drinks I was feeling sexy so I put on some makeup and my long blonde wig. I bought myself a new outfit that I was dying to put on. I stood in front of the full-length mirror w...
The Forest Part 5 Chapter One When I woke up the next morning, it took me a few seconds to remember where I am and what happened last night. William was still sleeping next to me snoring softly. He was lying on his stomach and I could just see his chest move up and down as he breathed. I pulled myself up in a sitting position and took a look around. There...
Declan spent Saturday packing. Not that he had much to pack. He'd arrived at the rented cottage the previous Sunday, and the storm that had caused the evacuation of most of the town had hit on Tuesday. Some of Declan's things were still in suitcases; he'd unpacked his art supplies first thing, but had gotten distracted by painting before he'd gotten much els...
Set back from the road the small building stood in a glade of trees, it really did look like a small cottage complete with windows and doors and a tiled roof, but no chimney bellowing smoke not that is wasn't a hot house. If a building could talk then this cottage could tell many a tale... The bike was propped up against a tree not far from the cottage, he...
Hi guys! A much lighter chapter after last week's monster. And some yummy sexytimes I will never look at chocolate fondue the same way again. Thanks to those of you leaving wonderful comments! I really appreciate all the kind words. Please keep leaving those comments—I LIVE for them!! Yours, Hudson Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights r...
I had finally returned to the grounds of Oakton Park to scatter Luke's ashes. We had spent the last two months of Luke's life in a small cottage in the grounds of the main house, and it had been Luke's wish that the grounds should be the final resting place for his ashes. I had wanted them to go somewhere that I could return to to mourn him. But in those la...
This is a multipart story that explores various themes. Based on 5% fact and 95% fiction. This is my first story so be gentle with me. Comments welcome. ***** I can clearly remember the moment my life changed. Well, it was hard to forget because I was on my back getting my ass pounded to submission while moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat. Let's ba...
Making to head home, I pulled open the front door of the Cottage only to find someone standing right outside: a petite brunette, turned away from the door as if surveying the night. When I appeared, she jumped and span round. It was Samantha, my fellow deputy manager. What the fuck was she doing way out here? "DAVID!" she exclaimed and gave me a stinging s...
"The interview went well?" "Yes, it did." "You didn't think it would, did you? You thought Cole would queer it." Tab and Ben Semple were sitting out on the deck of Tab's waterside cottage overlooking the north end of Plymouth Bay on the estate of the man Tab had found handyman work with and who wanted Tab near enough to visit when his family wouldn't miss...