July 14, 1874 Dry and dusty, dusty and dry. I don’t think this land ever changes. I am tired of the wind and heat already. I wish, and heartily, that I’d never let Jack talk me into settling here. I wanted to go to Colorado. The cool, clean water and the tall majestic mountains. If he were here... July 18, 1874 Mabel Wilkins stated that I was a “heathen...
To say that Peter was a Francophile was probably an exaggeration but he did like France and had spent a lot of time there on business, albeit mainly in and around Paris. But Paris wasn't the real France - not the beautiful rural part of central France oft overlooked by the once-a-year visitor and on the few occasions he had managed a couple of days away in t...
My name is Rupert and my wife is Helen, we are a 49 year old, slightly overweight, normal middle-aged couple. We have a healthy but not spectacular, sex life engaging in nothing out of the ordinary. This state of affairs changed four weeks ago, following our 30th wedding anniversary, when our sex life became spectacular and extraordinary. We booked into a h...
"I don't understand it," Gem said with growing irritation. She checked her watch for the tenth time in three minutes. "The girls should have been here by now." "Relax, baby," Ron purred in her ear. He had come up behind her as she stood looking out the window, and was now running a hand over her rounded butt cheek through the fabric of the short skirt she w...
I would have thought a Navy fighter pilot would go for the cheerleader type...blonde, big tits, not too tall, maybe 5'5", intelligence not required. When the divorced wife of a Navy pilot and her 10 yr old daughter moved in next door I was pleasantly surprised to see something completely different...probably 35 yrs old she was about 5'7", dark red, almost au...
First the last few lines of part 1: After dinner Nusrat went to the toilet. I followed her. 'Tune faisla kar liya hai ki tu Sahebji se apni bur phardwayegi (So you have decided that Sahebji will deflower you),' I said. 'Yes, but there is a problem,' she said. 'What?' I asked. 'I have read in his stories that he likes shaven choots (cunts) but my choo...
Chapter 1: Opening Moves I: The crime scene was located in suburbia Virginia, in a nondescript middle-class cul de sac. I pulled up in my beige sedan as a team of agents with "FBI" on their windbreakers were loading up. They all gave me one look. None of them gave me a second. I try to be unworthy of second glances, both through my attire and a few magica...
"To some death comes as an Angel of Mercy, to release them from suffering, to ease them into the last long sleep. Often, after illness it is said that death comes as 'a blessing'. But, in the end death always comes as a thief in the night; unexpected, unwanted, unwelcomed." The minister looked out over the sea of faces. The Chapel of Rest was full to bursti...
I never knew her real name. The first time we met – after she stumbled off the stage – she told me it was Lisa. The next time she said Sage, then Starr... ridiculous stripper names that mocked her half-hearted attempt at dancing. She signed her release forms with different names still, and I never did get a good look at her driver's license. She had 'It',...
Do I really need to describe our village in the Kaatskills? I think not, for Diedrich Knickerbocker said it all when he told the tall tale of my ancient relative Rip. Not that I'm closely descended from Rip, quite distant in fact, but then us Van Winkles are an extensive tribe, at least in the these mountains. Now, life in these parts being generally dull,...