From the kitchen window in my little white house on the hill, as I fondly refer to it, I could see the bounty from my handiwork spanning across my isolated backyard. On one side, my flower garden stretched like a colorful patchwork quilt along the six-foot-tall white picket fence all the way back to the towering oak tree in the far corner. There, a new woode...
While planning permission was coming through, we started working on - and really enjoying - the quite large garden. Undoubtedly all of this had an effect on how Caroline and I felt about one another, although I can't say with any precision what its ultimate effect was on either or the two of us together. What it certainly did do was force my graduation to...
Isolated in the mountains above a tiny village, the two-story stone manor was both austere and foreboding with its narrow barred windows and high-arched heavy iron doors. In the rear of the manor were myriad gardens accessible to visitors from a walled stone walkway leading out from the main hall, except for one garden that a roof-high iron cage guarded comp...
Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave hi...
I could always say it was the heat that first made me decide to take off my shirt as I worked in the garden. With the temperature hovering near one hundred degrees and the heat index at something like one hundred eight no one would think otherwise, but to tell the truth I did it for her. Sure the light breeze often felt good cooling the sweat that poured dow...
Jordan was on her knees in her garden, her hands buried in the good, clean, black earth. She could feel the moist dirt oozing between her fingers as she worked it, making small holes for the seeds she was about to plant. The sensual feeling of the gooey mud, squeezing out between her fingers, so tactile and so pleasant, was one of Jordan's favorite sensati...
Nothing better than running around naked in the garden on a sunny morning. She left her clothes on the back porch and ran free in her backyard. Water droplets tickling her feet, the sun caressing her body. She was instantly horny when she did that, snapping away selfies with her phone. Those would be wonderful to add to her collection. The garden behin...
He wasn't sure how she had convinced him to do it but now he was collecting his own pee in an old milk carton with a green screw on lid. The smell was terrible but over a couple of days he had not far off three pints of it. Trouble was that during the same period he had played with himself a lot. He had so much stuff in his head he had to get it out one way...
Some of my reflections will have a sexual content, this one does not, most over the coming months will be around a thousand words and please, if you have the time, read what love means to me, and I would value your comments, negative, positive or otherwise, thank you. ***** Life is a funny thing, strange words you might think. Funny as in - Ha! Ha! - or fu...
Chapter 1 It did start innocently and accidentally. I was working in the community garden greenhouse. I was transplanting seedlings into pots. I had my headphones on and was jamming out. I had managed the community garden for years. In fact, I started it. I loved it. I could see it from my back porch. It was my second home, still is. It was one of those ea...