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...
He was looking forward to going to lunch with her. She was intelligent, fun to be with, pleasant to talk to, and they had grown close over the three years they had been working together. She was an excellent and professional assistant for his law practice, a wonderful communicator, and kept his busy and involved schedule running smoothly. They rarely interac...
As Always first things first. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. This is a very short story, more of a cameo. Before I start I'm going to indulg...
As I stood in awe at my wife suckling our newborn son to a breast fuller than I had ever seen on her, I could not help but to think our wild sexually escapades were now over and more than likely would not return. Looking back, we should have more than likely never have gotten this far. What a wild trip the last ten years had been. This story starts ten year...
I hear a lot of negative talk about Black men in the United States of America, and a lot of it comes from Black women. Why is that? I mean, seriously. Sometimes I feel like the moment I bring up the subject of relationships between Black men and Black women, I'm stepping into a minefield. There seems to be an undeclared war between Black men and Black women...
Lucy sat, staring into the computer screen. It had been three weeks since she had met Rob, since he had made a woman out of her. And since then, everything had changed. Before it had been enough to dress. To go out, perhaps to a T club and socialise, or to drive into town and shop. She had quickly learned to find her style, and blend. Sensible smart skirts,...
The early morning mist was just rising as I crested the top of the hill. Looking around the surrounding woods and open clearings, they looked empty of any creatures. I must have been more noisy than usual and frightened everything away. Oh well, it will soon warm up. Then I will work on my over-all tan. Perhaps I should have checked out the wooded area near...
"Come on, come with me. I promise it won't take long. You know the Goodwill drop off is right next door. I'll run in and drop the clothes off and then we'll do lunch. We'll have Chinese, it's your favorite!" She'd been trying to convince Annie, her best friend at work, to go to lunch with her. She and Annie had been hired at the law firm within weeks of ea...
It was a long and tiring journey across the high seas, but worth every minute when suddenly my eyes met yours at the airport terminal. I felt energized by the way your mouth forms a huge simile and rushing over to greet me with a giant huge. My body felt the warmth and desire when I wanted desperately to reach down and touch your tan face and surprise you wi...
*This is the second part of "Dani's Songs", from the folio, "Thanks for the Memories." After succumbing to the warm, sensual welcome of her friends, a visiting fellow gets thoroughly claimed at dawn by the host. ** I wake up to the 2nd movement of Rachmaninoff's 2nd concerto. A digital clock says it's ten minutes to 4 in the morning. I burrow deeper into...