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Jack Morgan's trusty old F150 bounced down the nearly impassable trail and bounced through the last dry wash before he reached his destination. He could see the trail of dust hanging in the still air behind. It was a typical mid August day in Southwest Missouri. It was hot and dry with no real chance of rain for some time. When Jack had left home to go to...
I had left high school a couple of years before and instead of going to Uni had started work on my parents farm. The long hot summers baling hay and ploughing the fields had made me a tanned, fit and muscular young man. I had handsome features from my Dad and was never short of girlfriends. I used to take them into the hay barn and kept a record of how many...
FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 differ...
It was a hot day in July, the fourth of July, and Elsie sat on the steps of the court house eating an ice cream cone. Mom had told her to stay right there and she'd be back in a few minutes. Elsie was wearing her favorite straw hat which showed off her blond hair and with her blue eyes she epitomized her Nordic heritage. There was a crowd down in front of he...
(For descriptive consistency I used glamour model Leanna Decker as the template for Meg). *** It was a time of peace in the valley. The meadows were green and farmer Jones had only one worry, his daughter Meg was getting on in age and he had to find her a husband. He was just a serf and wanted to make sure his daughter was well provided for. He hoped he wo...
Chapter 1 Many people will have seen the following on TV a few times and wondered. When going on stage to accept a top music, film or literary award, the overwhelmed female recipient would thank her coach, banker, favourite cabbie, mom, producer, agent and anyone else she can squeeze out of her mind. Then as she turns away from the microphone, she'll grab...
I have always loved animals so when Janice, a long time friend of mine, mentioned this farm called "Shady Acres" that was just outside of town would give riding lessons to anyone interested in it for a small fee. I didn't hesitate to jump on the idea of it. I already knew how to ride, thanks to the farm next door to my parents and I had always loved spending...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...
It was Friday and Cindy had been chatting on her computer with a fuck buddy and had not noticed the time. Everybody in the office had left for the weekend. By the time she look out it was almost dark. Well no matter there was no one at home. Her husband had left that morning on an emergency business trip and would not be back until Sunday. Her son was attend...