It was the spring of 1880 about 25 miles north of Little Rock, Arkansas. My family had came to the area of the Flying S ranch about 1800 and settled here on about 10,000 acres. My father James Scott is the 4th generation to own the ranch. He met, courted and married my mother Marie Scott in 1854 and needless to say they did not wait to have a family because...
Karissa returned to her garden the next night. She left her thoughts and memories of work and the day past at the start of the path. Her night clothes followed shortly thereafter. She lay on her rock, sunning herself for a time until she drifted into true sleep. No one disturbed her. The next night she explored the sprawling gardens beyond her lake. There we...
Wow. What a weekend! This was the weekend that England won the Rugby World Cup and I think everyone had a great time watching it, (with a fair bit of nail biting) and then a fantastic party afterwards. Rugby is not a game I watch a lot, but ever since the England team started playing in this tournament, I've been hooked and I've watched all of the UK games....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to Only By Moonlight for editing my first story. Enjoy! * Ava sighed as she rang the buzzer to Rob's apartment. She was not in the mood to celebrate tonight. However she was practically duty bound to attend his birthday party. He had persuaded her by suggesting it would be a small, civilised gathering, and as his best friend she mo...
Mr. Tantrick sticks his head into the classroom. "Maria?" She looks up from desk, a little nervous at the intrusion. "Yes sir?" "As soon as your class lets out please stop by my office, I'd like to talk to you about some of your recent schoolwork." "Yes Mr. Tantrick," Maria replies, swallowing. Oh my god, she thinks to herself, what did I do now? Class...
Jessica woke up feeling a bit groggy. It was already early morning and sunlight was filtering through the curtains. She saw Peter sleeping by her side and did not want to disturb. She did not know if he was going for work, but she did not want him to. Not today, out of all days. She climbed down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom still rubbing her...
I meet her at the terminal, giddy at the prospect of what's to come. We've talked for months online, cybering until the sun came up in both our time zones, or on the phone, deafening each other with moans of ecstacy and anguished longing for the fantasy to be real. And yet there's always been this reservation neither has spoken, this fear kept hidden in the...
Finally it's Friday morning and soon it'll be quitting time. I've been waiting for this day for 3 weeks. This morning I got up early and took extra time in the shower to make my body nice and smooth once again. I love the feeling of being smooth all over. Only an hour to go till quitting time, 60 minutes till my weekend starts. Finally I'm out of the office...
Grand opening. The Museum of Modern Art has once again proven its sure instinct for what will bring the hordes of the City's fine people. The Human in Erotic Art – A Sensual Travel Through Centuries. Or, one might figure, the shrewd museum management has realized that also the posh crowd yearns for good ol' porn. Regardless of which, even this exclusive, inv...
The waiting was always the hardest part. As much as I enjoyed the games my husband and I played, the anticipation of the unknown was enough to make me scream. It was always something different; made me wonder where he found the time to plan the smallest detail -- my pleasure always the focus. He was very explicit in his instructions. I was to go home, showe...