Those lyrics played back in her head driving up to the trail head.. "Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road, Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right I'm hittin' easy...
Quite often in popular fiction we meet a character who is able-bodied and who can hear but are mute. It is vital to note at the outset that "mute" in this context means lack of language rather than lack of vocalization. Sign languages are just as valid as spoken ones and the Deaf Community is a very proud, accomplished, and articulate group. Indeed, many Dea...
I had been called to my mother's personal chambers. The smell of exotic oils and incense assaulted me almost to intoxication. "You called for me mother." I announced standing expressionless, looking only at her and not at the sea of male flesh that swarmed her. "Yes." She smiled absent mindedly stroking the hair of one of her men. "I called you here to t...
Dear Shoeblossom: Do you get many letters from Jeff City, or from Missouri at all? Harmon, my husband tells me we are the "silent majority" and no one cares about us, until the Presidential elections come around. Then we're considered the conservatives, I suppose. Harmon and I were at one of those Tea Party Town Hall events, and I remember reading an edito...
Her face showed unrestrained fury, she was yelling at me at the top of her voice. She slapped me. Hard. I saw stars. She turned and walked out the door slamming it hard behind her. I was stunned, frozen in place. My mind raced to find a reason for the outburst and could find none. Then it got weird. The door flew open and she came at me. I braced myself fo...
This is a short little one that has been wanting to get out for a while. I am not a big fan of cuckold stories in general. If it involves humiliation than I am out totally. I thought it would be interesting to write something from a different perspective. Also I wanted a happy ending because the world has enough nasty in it right now. No sex in this one but...
And here we are at the end of another mini-series. Not quite sure what got into me with this one...take it up with my muse I guess? But I had fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading it. I still like the hucow idea, so feel free to suggest things to me and I'll see if I can incorporate them into the story. All comments welcome! Fire away! ***** Si...
During the next few weeks he got used to the workings of the farm. It wasn't all fucking day in and day out - far from it. There were other tasks to perform on Brighton Farms, tasks that required his enhanced strength and stamina. New tanks had to be installed, old ones maintained. Food came in daily from the farms surrounding Brighton (normal farms, without...
This time they were sending me to Montana. I was getting sick and tired of these stupid demon hunts the church kept sending me on. More often than not, it's a freak show reject at Wal-Mart, or some dumb kid who thought it'd be cool to make a costume based on his favorite horror movie. It was bad enough that I was even working for the Catholics, but they didn...
Hi, folks. Sue here again with Yvonne at the keyboard; my open ghost writer. A couple of statements in Yvonne's first submission, 'Yvonne's Sexy Dinner' raised some questions. Near the beginning of part two, I told Yvonne, "what we'd done tonight, wearing just the stockings, jewelry, etc. was what we call Formal Nudity." Later, after we'd taken all of her r...