Ada's return to the Wolf Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world. Beth proved to be a real delight for Ada—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Ada didn't know how s...
Estelle Hopewell proved to be Ada's saving angel—and far more than in their intimate moments, of which there were many in the ensuing years. Estelle immediately fell in love with the hidden Colorado valley of Wolf Creek, and she virtually moved in with Ada and Frank in the Wolf Creek Ranch main ranch house. Frank never really took to her, but he tolerated he...
Ada Albin Raven and Frank Wolf were married on a beautiful, clear and crisp, spring morning in 1927 in the glade by the cascading eastern arm of Wolf Creek about midway between Brook House and Hagen's Saw Mill in the lower reaches of Hahn's Peak. Ada had wanted to be married in the open air of the Rocky Mountains, and she could think of no more beautiful spo...
It had been a few months since the party. Since seeing Tarquin...no, Paddy. For the first two to three weeks, Ada had been careful every time she went out. Careful that their paths never crossed. Not that it was likely that they were going to see each other again after such a long time and an accidental meeting but....just to be sure. Now she needed to go s...
Ada and Sun Li's wives crouched in the dark DC-3 airplane cabin, holding tightly to and shushing the frightened wailing of children. The women and older children—the ones who knew that the real danger wasn't having been swallowed by a big silver bird—held their breaths as the airplane banked out over the Gulf of Siam, waiting for discovery and the dreaded ra...
As Salaam Alaikum, to any kinky fellow Muslim reading this. Salutations and greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I am Aminata Kanu, also known as Mistress Ka, an expert on BDSM and Black sexuality. I'm a young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Santa Barbara, California. Before we go any further, I must warn you that I'm into some truly extreme shit, and I...
Ada's eyes glittered in the moonlight as she sat crouched below the mansion of the old man they called Suro. It was a cool evening, but the breeze blew alternately from the south and the east, bringing cool draughts and warm wisps of air across her skin. Her toned shoulders and arms were bare, her dirty blonde hair drawn back into a plait coiled at the back...
Author's Note: Although this story can be read on its own, it directly follows "An Unconventional Arrangement." Somerset, 1882 She should have known better than to expect a cottage. Sutcliffe Park, which Henry called his "little house in the country," was vast. Her steps echoed down the long hallways lined with portraits of aristocrats in elaborate wigs an...
James Shaffer's Golden Eagle touring sedans were made to last—on the macadam roads of the midwest. They were really challenged by the mud and gravel paths those in Wyoming in 1918 called highways. The sedan Pete, Ada, and little Hugh were traveling in veered off the side of the road and down a shallow embankment and broke an axle not more than fifty miles sh...
Ada was standing at the door of the school house, watching the children filing out and trying her best not to burst into tears. Watching the children file out. The children. Returning to her life in Slater, Missouri, had been easy enough. All thanks to Aunt Martha. Her aunt hadn't been nearly as judgmental about Ada's fling with Charles Raven at the World's...