Kenny brushed the flies from Angelique's gentle face. Cradling her head in his lap he returned to softly rocking her. They sat on the earthen floor of the barn, warmed by a thick slab of afternoon sunlight pouring in from between the broad doors. Their farm languished on a rocky patch of the old riverbed, immersed in a sea of tall billowing poplars. In fro...
Sorry this chapter took so long and is so short. Real life interfered....as always. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please let me know what you think. * A stricken look on her face, Hannah turns and runs up the stairs as Luke struggles to adjust the huge bulge now throbbing behind his zipper. He takes a couple of deep breaths before turning to face his son....
for Martin...I still remember I looked out the window at the sky growing dark with storm clouds, and uneasily wondered why my husband wasn't home yet. I love storms, but this one had been called dangerous more than once on the weather forecasts, and the scenes of devastation it had left behind in the areas it had already gone through were frightening. The w...
Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published els...
A high-pitched shriek splits the sweltering summer air: "Help! Oh, help, help!" Your youngest sister Clara skids to a stop in front of you. "Francisco and I were playing in the barn!" she sobs. "He was showing me spells, and he set the hay on fire, and now–" A breath of wind springs up, and the acrid scent of smoke reaches your...
You woke up to your alarm. It was farm day. You looked at the clock, it's bold red numbers read 5:30 am. This was early for you. Rolling out of bed you thought to yourself how much you missed sleeping in as a concept. Unfortunately for you your breasts would always stir you up by about 7:30. Snooze any later and you had to deal with the painful consequences...
As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is not real in any way, shape, matter or form. ***** Linda Wilcox screamed in delight as the man above her continued pummeling her spread naked body in the hotel room's king-sized bed. She loved the feel of his cock, penetrating...
This may be shorter than some of my other stories, just because the episode was so short, but for me, it was very telling. And it was another step forward, or down, or however it is that you see my life moving as I share these with you. Like my other stories, this is true, but the dialog is as I remember it, probably not as it actually was. It was, after all...
Moon Dog led him to Number Six with a half dozen quick strides. He was reaching to knock on the door when Caleb caught his arm. "Hold on a minute, Dog," he said in a low, sort of conspiratorial voice, not wishing to announce his arrival prematurely. Moon Dog half turned toward the younger man and looked at him questioningly. Caleb smiled weakly and made a...
[The relationship in this story is a Dom/sub relationship, based on affection, love, and respect. I put it in Erotic Couplings because there were complaints about how mild the BDSM was in chapter One. The sex in the story does NOT include bondage, torture, punishment or pain. No anal in this chapter. Your comments are welcome. No actual animals or people wer...