Ch 1 She walked to the opening of the tent, lifting the flap to gaze out across the sandy plains. There was a sound in the distance, but nothing yet to tell her if it was friend or foe. Considering it might be her so-called master, foe would be a correct word to use. Since he did not whip her as often as he used, or importune her with his body as often as h...
Isn't there or shouldn't there be a law or a guarantee that we can return our parents when we are done with them and/or when we don't want or need our parents anymore? I was thinking how, as they age, when our parents are unable to care for themselves, and even though it is a terrible hardship for them to be so dependent upon their children, it is a real bu...
What happens when we die after sex with a beautiful woman as our last memory? What happens when we die? As if it's a replaying movie, is our last memory of life what we continue to keep after death? Is there life after death? Or once we die, is there nothing in the way that we felt and remembered nothing before we were born? Is there God? Is there Heaven a...
Cold Brook is a sleepy little village of about 300 people located well north of Utica, New York, and that's where this story is based. It's about an aging doctor names Ulysses Baxter who has been a General Practitioner for the majority of his 69 years in Cold Brook, and while many of his patients have either passed on or started going to big city doctors, Dr...
Margaret woke up with a feeling in her stomach she knew all too well. Stretched out on a bed made of buffalo hide, she uttered a groan, then softly rubbed her belly in hopes of lessening the pain. The nasty cramps in her lower stomach told her it was that time of the month, and forcing herself upward, reached for her deer hide dress. After slipping into it s...
"You know, the chocolate disks covered with gold foil." "We don't have those." "You know, the ones made up like gold coins; they have them every Christmas." "It's Christmas Eve. We sold out on those more than a week ago." "I mean my son decided the family could come tomorrow after all at the last minute, and we have those for the grandchildren every year...
Kindness -- Chapter 2 In the last chapter, I asked for readers to send examples of folks who showed them unconditional kindness. As we all know, there are millions of people who work very hard on behalf of others everyday. But then there are those totally unexpected moments, some might call them "random acts of kindness," that happen. These acts show the ba...
Author Notes: Yes, I know.....still got other fics that are currently in process on this site, but this new tale seemed to take on a whole life of its own. So, I decided to post the first chapter. Thanks to each and every one of you, who take the time to at least check it out!. Funny thing is, I originally planned for it to be a follow-up to Under His Spell...
A stranger had arrived at the tavern. What could be seen of her under her cloak's hood as she was sitting in the inn's far corner put her origin into the devastated province of Morrowind. From the other tables she received the well-known array of looks, from quick glances to dismissive steers. One patron in particular seemed to take offence at her presence....
When I started to explore BDSM almost two years ago, I never expected the 1950's household to be a fetish within that community. Yet as I have discovered it makes perfect sense. This is merely the public vanilla expression of my submission. And just as its sexual manifestations are built upon respect, trust and love so too is this side of me. I do not do it...