I have always been inspired romantically by the English gardens made famous by both their beauty and tranquility. Nobility, it seemed, always had at least two or three of them, centered with beautiful statuettes and water fountains. There is no better place to both relax and reflect than among nature in its finest, trimmed and manipulated by man’s imaginatio...
Part III Several days passed, there had been another meeting of the photography club and, also, a weekend at a bird reserve with her camera and binoculars. Sal had even swum in the sea from the adjoining beach. It had been very much a family beach, but she had wondered what she would have thought had it been one of those naturist beaches. Had she not been w...
Dearest, I am sitting here looking out the window at the garden you planted last spring. I am sure you remember it well. You begged and pleaded for a small plot to practice your green thumb abilities on. Eventually, I caved in and rented a soil tiller at the local lawn and garden shop. One lovely Saturday, the sun bright and not too hot, we measured off a 6...
(After some hiatus, I've returned to writing. In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the originally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months e...
God was watching Eastenders. Don't ask me how, but they do say he works in mysterious ways. And being omnipotent, he could, if it was his wont, sit under a larger tree in a beautiful garden and watch the miserable faces of walford. Especially as this was Sunday all and his day off. Just put all calls on the answer machine and let 'em pray. Life was sweet....
One of a quartet of stories I self-published a few years ago under the title The Magic Corset, but I think it will find a more appreciative readership here on Literotica... * It's almost too good to be true, you think. A dream job. An opportunity for seclusion, to step away from society and the burden of your life. No more electronics. No more computers. N...
Chapter 12 - When Gary met Harry Another gloriously hot day. It was being an excellent summer. Gary Roldern sat back in his chair and admired his garden. Plentiful watering had certainly brought out the best in the flowers and the vegetables. All were looking fine and strong. He had been at work all morning and had just come back out after a quick shower an...
Derek finally had a place of his own. It was perfect, small but it suited a bachelor like him. It was a small cottage on the edge of the forest with a fair amount of land around it. It also had a massive garden that the previous owner had clearly took care of. Come to think of it, the realtor mentioned that the previous occupant went missing. Once Derek saw...
Looking back at events that occurred in our lives in the recent past, i feel that i should have sensed something was amiss ever since the time when my wife announced that she had had a rather strange dream. She said that her parents were trying to set up a new marriage for her. She went on to describe in detail how they had invited a prospective groom to the...
(Caution F/Plant Trans) With thanks to my proof-reader Esu. ___________________________________________ Inspired by Lost Boys third competition and dedicated to the LB and his work. WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to...