The Sahara Desert - 3723 C.E. The hazy spectre of a camel caravan could be glimpsed far in the distance through the haze that shimmered in the intense heat. The sparse vegetation on the gravel and sand was scrubby and succulent. There were few places on Earth as remote as this. And that, of course, was what attracted Vikram, Rao, Sandhya and Dorothy to th...
This story was written to be the birthday gift of a friend and fellow writer, AMoveableBeast. He asked his friends to challenge themselves. Well, this is my best attempt to do that. I do hope you enjoy this story. Happy birthday, Beast. ***** "Come on, girl. Come on. No, no, no. Oh, damn it all!" Fighting the dead stick, I kept trying to get the damn eng...
For some unknown reason, new writers avoid concise writing practices. Paragraphs become wordy, long drawn out sequences of adjectives, adverbs, and clichés as the aspiring author attempts to impress readers with their skill in literary arts. I am terribly guilty of this, even now, after twenty years in writing... but that's what rewrites are for. The dile...
He drove me in his convertible, the top pulled down and the wind rushing over my ears. We drove north then west to Abique. We passed over a dam by a clear blue lake and onto the side of a barren red pyramid-shaped mountain, a thousand feet tall. The red color of the mountain was so rich and vivid that it seemed to glow in the afternoon desert light. After p...
Desert Flower and I spent the next couple of hours swimming and playing in the deep pool of the creek. After her abortive attempt to fit my slightly oversized member into her almost virgin pussy, she had been strangely quiet. It only took a short time in the cool water and a little horseplay to bring her back to her normal fun self. Wrestling with her oil-...
Long before the coming of woman, a goddess was born in the desert we know as Kavir-e Namak. For an age beyond measure she danced in the sand, until the day she heard music and knew she was no longer alone. Taking form, she walked among the young people, and wherever she walked the land and people were fertile. She who had never known love learned to love, an...
The trip started in Oatman, Arizona when I left my fathers home to journey back to California. I was 21 and had a nice visit to Laughlin for a summer vacation with him and my step mom. I made this drive several times a year. During summers, on my way back home to California I had a habit of stopping in Needles, California for a little dip in the Colorado Riv...
One We are astride a kaiila, galloping through the Tahari to my oasis, where we stop and you dismount, reaching up to swing me off the beast's back into your arms, kissing me passionately, throwing back the hood of the cloak, ripping aside the burnoose, kissing me over and over... alone in the desert where no one can see, you then carry me to the Oasis, a g...
Sheik Omar had been taking good care of the golden haired girl he had found in the desert alongside the crashed airplane. He kept feeding her small sips of water and was surprisingly delighted to notice that during the night she had been peeing all over his best robe he had dressed her in. Because at least that meant her kidneys worked again. So he had remov...
The phone was ringing. It was so close to five that he thought about not answering, but instead he reached across the big mahogany desk and picked up the receiver. "Doug Zeitgeist," he said crisply. "Hey, Doug, Harold Bailey here." "Harold! Man, I haven't talked to you since you and Debbie split up. What's going on?" "I, uh, well, I heard about what you a...