Chapter 2 Cullen's Secrets He couldn't believe that she was alive. Cullen, his older brother, hadn't come back from his weekend at the old cabin he insisted on keeping. Ian was irritated that his brother had not picked him up from the airport as planned. He had been gone for three months looking for new art for his galleries and was looking forward to show...
This is a story of giving my wife to another man while I was present. I have had this fantasy about five years now and during this time have talked about it with my wife. Of course, in the beginning she said that this would never happen. Over the course of a few years, during our lovemaking I mentioned his name (I'll call him, Bill) and had her visualize it...
Sorry I haven't written anything for a while. Some of you have e-mailed and wondered about me. Well I had a few health issues for a while but have been lucky to have good doctors. As anyone that has had major health issues will tell you it can turn your thoughts to be pretty dark. I think that's where this story came from. To those of you that want some more...
Damn it! The little creek had been flooded from the violent rain. The placid little mountain stream, usually a pleasant, quiet little trickle, was a churning, heaving white water rapid. Foam was splashing up to, onto and sometimes over the old log and timber bridge; our only way out of Randy and Constance's mountain retreat. It was a nightmare scene now caug...
I sprinted up the narrow dirt path, my feet crunching lightly on the stones, my breath heavy in the humidity of the night. The forest was black and I could scarcely distinguish my clothing from the shadows surrounding me. Blindness to own my feet meeting the ground offered the thrill of flying like a ghost through the night, aware at any moment that I could...
"I cannot believe I let you talk me into coming out here." I told Keeley. "You know you wanted to come out here." Keeley continued. "New York is fun, but it's always good to get out once in a while. You need a change of scenery!" Keeley Hazell was my gorgeous English girlfriend with a honey-colored complexion and long dark brown hair. She had the nicest pa...
Sitting in the observation car on the Winnipeg-Churchill train, Derrick watched the stunted coniferous trees and muskeg quickly pass by as the train headed north through Canada. He relaxed, lounging in his seat, arms behind his head. A vent below his seat blew warm air against his feet and a steaming cup of almond-flavored coffee kept his insides hot. Meanwh...
"Cherry" It was a summer we would never forget. It was a time when love is truly blind and the heat turned up tremendously. That heartfelt camp with an ice cream parlor and diner in the center of it all was magical to me. My friends and I will never forget this place. It all started on Memorial Weekend, two weeks after our junior year in University of Flor...
As I begin this account, let me say that it is all written in English even though many of the events transpired in French, the true language of love. A good friend of mine, Amy, runs a series of language immersion programs for college age students and adults. Some of the programs are tours abroad. Others are at a camp in the mountains that Amy leases durin...
September 15, 1754 The sun had risen two hours ago, and I have been slothful. I have not weeded my garden patch, I have not set the water to boiling for laundry, I have not gone in to the forest to harvest any of the late berries there, nor ground the corn that I left to dry from the garden. I have not even milked the one lone goat we own. I have not left t...