A caravan moved steadily across the muddy, rain filled road. It was the late seventeen hundreds, The land scape of Europe looked much different then it does now. Most of the land was shrouded in woods. Dirt roads. which carried ox pulled wagons, horses, and caravans, filled the open areas. This particular caravan consisted of four horse drawn covered wagons...
Linda had never wanted to allow strangers into her house. It was a necessity. Living in the Welsh countryside, many miles from any decent sized town made it difficult to make a decent living. And, with the big old house her rat of a husband had left her (after running off with the art student from Manchester); the obvious thing to do was to let out the roo...
Adele was bored. She lay on her stomach on top of her bed, swinging her feet above her head, desperately tried to find a new way to amuse herself. Unfortunately, there was nothing to do. She had already checked her email twice, written in her journal, and stared at the ceiling for too long than she cared to think about. She had entertained the thought of a m...
The gentle late spring breeze carried the enchanting scent of wild lilac and honey suckle washing the deck with the seductive fragrance of summer. The spring had been a bit cooler than normal but this early June evening was just heavenly. The conversation was light and easy as they sat reclining, sipping on chilled wine, beside the pool. Brock and Lisa had...
We were woken up early by someone screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" I jumped up and ran outside, with Liv right behind me. Nate was standing by the fire with a look of horror on his face. Bre was sitting up against a tree, dead. Her throat had been slashed from ear to ear. The knife was lying next to her, with dried blood on it. Liv gasped and grabbed me. I shield...
The snap of the fire, the smell of the autumn leaves, the chill of the occasional breeze, left no doubt that fall was here, and winter fast approaching. I waited my turn to dance inside the small canvas tent. I would have to be the best there was, to garner the support needed to marry the man of my dreams. He would help, but I must also be good. The King o...
I see you look at me from across the campfire, through the flames. I know that look. It's the look that says "fuck me." I've seen it many times, but mostly at home, not out in the woods where we're camping with six friends. I've seen it in the bedroom, of course, and in the car, and in the shower, but never when others are around. It's a look that says I w...
"Table for three?" The hostess asked the group, a petite blond and two strikingly handsome men, one fair and the other dark. A look passed between them, imperceptible to anyone who didn't know about their passion filled weekend of discovery. They settled into a booth with Kacy in the middle. It was Sunday and they were treating themselves to brunch after a...
On the Friday before what was scheduled to be my last life modelling session I took Rita to the naturist spa. It had become a bit of a regular fixture in the weeks when I wasn't posing for her class, and it was interesting to see how much more confident she was becoming as time went on. It was the first time that she undressed in the main locker area rather...
I sit by the window, smelling my cream soda, twirling my hair, looking down the street. Through the old glass pane the pavement appears warped from here, like a skate park for beginners. All around are struggling, stubborn businesses, and beyond them the camp grounds where vacationing families rotate endlessly in and out, the only reliable action here. Beyon...