Firstly, many thanks to Hal1 and Todger65 for their editing skills and time taken to educate the author, correct and polish the story for all to enjoy. Introduction: Breaking the Drought is a completely fictional story based in the wide-open spaces of Western Queensland in Australia. The cattle stations are measured in square kilometers with many stations e...
"Dammed its hot out here," she thought to herself as she stood on the porch of the small log cabin and looked up the valley toward the Old Baldy mountain. It wasn't uncommon to hit the low 90s, this time of year, even up here in the Willow Creek valley, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable. She could see the snow that hung on the tops of the high moun...
***This is a chapter of a Non-human story which also appears in that category as "Love as the Darker Binding Ch. 11. I put it here as well since it's really more of a lesbian thing between them. The only non-human aspect is that a powerful demon named Abi makes a brief appearance near the beginning to help one of these two meet the other. He does what he d...
I was recently interviewed on a Danish breakfast show and whilst the main topic was my holiday farm out in Charleville, the conversation briefly detoured into my personal life and my relationship with Dolores. I said as little as possible because I've always been cautious of opening the door on your private life but afterwards as we sat in a café in Nyhavn,...
The dark, ebon night in which the large, yellowish-white orb of a brilliant full moon was set cast shadows over the African plain of the Serengeti, named from the Maasai word Siring, meaning "Endless Plain" or better still "The Sea of Grass on Plains." It is a wondrous land covering 27,000 square kilometers that for the Maasai tribe, an indigenous, African,...
Dame Amaranth stalked through the crowd of human cattle, her fangs sharp against her tongue as she looked for a victim. She could smell the blood within them, the rich, red warmth just barely contained within these fragile shells of flesh. Did they know, these brief mortals, what walked alongside them? Could they imagine the eternity of darkness, the unholy...
And so, it begins... "A road trip?" "A road trip!" The questioner was Marni, my neighbor and friend of a few years who lived directly above me, her loft a mirror image of mine, floor-plan wise. The answerer was moi, Julie or 'Jules', a twenty-eight year-old, second-year attorney in one of the prestigious law firms of Portland. It was the beginning of...
Cassie climbed the gallows stairs slowly. She knew they could not start the hanging without her, and she figured the slower she climbed, the more time she would live. She was guilty. She had killed that son-of-a-bitch. There was no doubt about it. And now she would die, but damn it, it was worth it. The platform at the top was much smaller than she expecte...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **This story has not been edited. It has been run through Spell Check. If reading a story that has not been edited bothers you, please hit the 'Back Space' key on your keyboard. *** You don't start off at nineteen an hour, Ryan; you work your way up to...
In my earlier story 'Susan Comes Out' I told the story of two friends of mine and how Susan first met Bell. Susan was young and on the street, when she met Bell. Although I was aware that Bell also had a past which had made her lesbian lifestyle difficult, I did not discuss it in Susan Comes Out. Where Susan Comes Out was based on a true story Bell is pure...