This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." Normally these go into LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. Even so, this one very much belongs in the LW category. This story stands on its own, though it is par...
Dear readers If you're looking for a stroke story, you won't find it here. Also, this story is dark and bittersweet. Some of the dialogue and images may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. As always the only payment I receive are your comments and votes— I appreciate both. So, curl up with that special person, give them a big kiss...
The Orangery was airy and lit naturally from the south side by floor to ceiling French Windows. These were now folded back alternately, along its whole length. A cooling breeze shifted the tied back lace curtaining and fans were dotted around the inner edges to further cool the room. It was large, fifty foot wide and nearly a hundred feet long. The high ceil...
I do not generally approve of editorializing. It seems like such a redundant and trivial exercise. I like to tell a story, to allow the characters to draw you into the tale. I love to hear that someone enjoys what I write. I even love to hear when I make a mistake, which can show me how I can improve my craft. I loathe the anonymous and pathetic fool who tri...
Nick and I slept in a bit Saturday morning then went out for brunch. We'd agreed the night before that we wouldn't have sex again so we could save the edge for the party. We did some shopping and spent the rest of the day hanging around the house. I showed him the things I'd bought for us to wear and he agreed they'd be perfect. I pulled my long hair back...
The Ghost of a '57 Chevy Janet Fremont You drive east from Lexington - not on the interstate, but on the old Kentucky state highways and smaller county roads - on past Stanton and Hazard and Pikeville, on past the tiny towns and the even smaller places that used to be tiny towns before the mines closed or the new roads bypassed them or maybe just the ones...
Synopsis: With Heather closing the deal, none of Heather's friends are happy with the decision. The topics of their arguments, however, change the longer they remain in the house. This story contains explicit adult scenarios involving anal sex, cum sluts, and sex slaves. If this sort of material offends you in any way, or if you are not of the legal age to...
Out of a Clear Blue Sky Janet Fremont Oh, I have slipped the surely bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun split clouds and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr. "That's it, Sandy. Just follow me on the controls an...
The two weeks until the field trip crawled past. Each Monday morning I departed for my work assignment in some far-flung corner of the Idaho wilderness, spending warm sunny days and cool starlit nights in splendid solitude. And each Friday morning, Megan met me in the forestry lab on campus where she sat at the computer terminal beside mine, helping enter th...
This story is set in the Soviet Union, beginning in the Communist era, when two women tourists decide to ignore the rules on export of restricted items. There are consequences for both, for one humiliating and the other highly inconvenient. The story involves a sequel, when there is a return to scene at a later time. * * * * * Chapter 1 Alone at Last I...