The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
(Author's note: I have already published this story on another site, but it needed a few minor tweaks and improvements, so I did that, and now I am happy to present it here. Please enjoy!) Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a...
Prologue: After Gopal left, I slept the whole day. It was a Saturday and I was on leave so I didn't have to worry about my professional commitments. Anyways, after such a long, tiring night, all I could think of was sleep. I slept till late afternoon except during lunch and bathroom breaks. I needed rest not just to recover from last night but also to ready...
I was driving down to Knoxville Tennessee to help my best friend move back up to Michigan. I had a six pack cooler filled with five bottles of Aquafina water and crushed ice sitting on the floorboard on the passenger side. The sixth was wedged between my legs. I was driving a rented Lincoln Town Car straight down I-75 and was screaming through Kentucky when...
"Are you with anyone?" Ivy always texts me a few days before she comes into town, a courtesy. I've always answered the same way, and even broke off relationships in their infant stage to answer honestly. "No. The key's still under the mat." She's supposed to arrive early, so I leave my door accessible while I'm at work, a pretty ballsy thing to do in my "u...
The events depicted below take place just prior to and during the activities described in 'Your Silver Nights and Golden Days Parts 1 - 3'. *** It was a beautiful April day for a ride. Despite the hot sun, I was wearing my leathers. My short blonde hair was tucked up under my half-helmet. As I pulled off of Hawthorne Boulevard into the parking lot of Lisa'...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover'. It will make little sense unless you have read the previous parts. For the sake of consistency it should be titled: The Artist and the Trouble-shooter, but, too many characters! To Recap - Milly's wife, a police officer, is killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, comforts Milly through her grie...
This letter originally appeared in Buxom Beauties magazine on June 9, 1997: Sweet readers, It has been exactly one year since the good editors of this magazine published a letter written by my sexy girlfriend and fellow "research partner", Courtney. Since that time, the publishers have reported to us that they have received a flood of letters from horny ho...
Chapter 1: Cookies & Spice The girl in the green cardigan with the rolling cart makes her way down the main street in the village of Durbin. This is the Durbin of the out-of-the-way, of where Starbucks is unlikely to penetrate, a place pleasantly apart. Down the street she rolls, looking this way and that for where hope rests, a gathering expectation in...
This is my first story on here. I like a story with a long build-up; I hope you enjoy it too! I would love to hear your reactions and if you'd like to read more about Riley and Rowan. Happy reading! * * * * * "Excuse me... This is from the stud over there at the bar." The bartender had a little chuckle as she put a bright green cocktail in front of Riley....