~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
I would like to thank hcsd1719 for his help in editing and offering encouragement, and Tammy for keeping me from going off the rails. Again, there are no actual sex scenes, since the main characters are underage. All italics indicate communication through the mental bond. If anyone would like an excel spreadsheet of the 'cheat sheet' of Pack members, please...
Chapter 1: The Story of a Sex Slave It was a rainy night as I stood in front of the doorstep. The rain was just pouring down so heavily, but I didn't care. I would strip off my clothes and dance in it right now if I wanted to. But I had to be professional. I press the small black button on the side of the door hearing the bell ring ever so loudly withi...
This is a little unusual for me since I tried to implement a different format feature for the first time. Sometimes these don't work as well as you would like. **** How do I start this story? Ellen and I married young and retired young, and what? We failed retirement 101? We are lost in a sea of opportunity and we are clueless? How about, I wake up every...
Hi folks, This one is partially true and partially fiction. The guy who wrecked his Mustang and went into a depression about it is absolutely true. I met him at this year's dream cruise. Coming to Mustang Alley and seeing all of the ponies was part of his therapy. I did let him know that I'd be taking a lot of liberties with his story. But there were some th...
M,f,f +, Con(s), Rom, 1st, Story, Slow by Firefly1z. A Story in two parts about a man and two teenage girls marooned on an uninhabited Caribbean island and life after their rescue. ***** The Storm. It was hell of a storm which seemed to blow up from nowhere and it shook the big cruiser like a toy. It was getting dark and the oncoming storm cloud...
Chapter 1. The Return AS SOON AS he returned to England, Walker made enquiries with a network of contacts in the film and television industry with regard to securing work as an experienced walk-on extra. Surprisingly quickly, considering the circumstances, he picked up a few walk-ons for the odd TV soap and a domestic comedy pub scene, more he suspected for...
It had been my intention to give the ring to her on her birthday. As I sat in my car across from the suburban house, I could sense them inside – the kinky ones, with their minds on giving or receiving pain for pleasure. I had been among them before, dishing out punishment to my lover/best friend Sara, showing our little intimacies and discoveries to an appr...
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...