Morgan Page coasted up to the little cabin on fumes, consciously kicking herself for not filling up the truck at that little convenience store in town. When would she ever learn? Reaching over into the back seat she grabbed her coat and hoped like hell the temperature wasn't as low as her truck thermometer had said before she lost power. Nine degrees was jus...
November 20, 1754 My womb is swollen, and I know I am full of the entity's seed in spite of it's children sucking me dry of it after each brutal bout of intercourse. The days grow shorter, the nights longer - and I am still captive in my cabin though not because of my phantom lover. I am chained here by it's children, who coax me from sleep with gentle suck...
"May I borrow some salt, please?" Bianca Jackson pulled up to the cabin. As she turned off the engine she leaned back and closed her eyes briefly, allowing the silence to speak. With a sigh she finally stirred from the vehicle. It was late afternoon, about three o'clock, yet there was a nip in the air. It was always like this at Holywell National Park locat...
This story was a collaborative effort between myself and Iris of Irisnme. It would not have been possible without her ideas and the visual stimulation provided. Please look for additional chapters in the weeks to come. --------------- A light warm breeze blew up off the water. I love April. The trees were all leafing out and the grass was greening up. I ha...
September 18, 1754 I have long neglected my journal, but the fault lies not only with me. I had woken at the long table in the cabin after recording my last entry by my hips being gripped and lifted from the bench. I tried to turn and see my assaulter as a large hand on my back pressed me down over the table, but found no one other then myself visible in t...
I'm finally telling this true story that happened a few years ago. Every summer my wife and I stay at a cabin with three other couples for a four day weekend. The group consists of us, my wife's brother and his wife Suzy, Suzy's sister and her husband, and a couple that's unrelated to us. The cabin is owned by Suzy's sister and her husband. The cabin is on...
copyright December/2010 Please read Chapter 1 to understand the characters and the events in the story to this point. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking your time to follow this tale. Please enjoy. ******************** Was that a gunshot? Casey asked himself. There's another one, he thoug...
Ashlee was sitting on her bed, in despair. Her boyfriend of 2 years, Blake had dumped her out of the blue. To make matters worse, he chose to do it with a text message. Ashlee begged and pleaded with him, asking him why? "It's just not gonna work anymore." Blake told her. Ashlee had her suspicions as to why he dumped her. It was spring break and the frat...
Cabin One Michael had not been to Sleepy Creek Cabins since his honeymoon five years earlier. Sleepy Creek, a bed and breakfast that featured four cabins tucked into the Virginia mountains provided the perfect level of comfort and isolation for a week of pure enjoyment for Michael and his new bride. They had stayed in Cabin One, which featured a full kitche...
The smell of fresh coffee filled the air when I opened my eyes. I could see Jerry on the deck reading. I slid the door open just enough to stick my head out for a quick look around, nobody in sight. "Pour yourself some coffee and come on out." Jerry said. I looked around for a towel or blanket to wear and remembered I was staying naked this week. My pussy st...