Riyarra The woods had thinned along their journey. Instead of a tightly packed forest of pine and maple, scrawny firs and oaks stood tall like spears thrust at the sky. It made Mule uncomfortable. He had stopped talking, and kept looking from treetop to treetop. It was just as well, Riyarra had been brooding silently to herself since their last passionate p...
It was the part of Wakefield Manor where I felt most at home, all green leather, polished oak and the odour of antiquity. The room was cavernous and gloomy even at noon. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves that groaned under the wisdom of the ages, books far older than the manor itself. The light filtering in through the small windows,...
Her eyes opened glancing above to see the window behind her. Her eyes were round and filled with sleep buggers. Bright white lines of morning sun light gleamed in between the vertical blinds. The Bed, Bath, and Beyond down comforter was already pushed off her body. She was a warm sleeper. One knee was bent. The other was sprawled wide. She curled her toes. H...
This was supposed to be an entry for the Summer Loving Contest 2013 but every time I wrote something, my imagination would kick off and my hands would get busy somewhere else! Ha! Writing a longer story is a lot of work. No problem though, I just wanted to get this story out and I hope you like it as much as I had fun writing it. Congratulations to all the...
A NOTE TO THE READER: A life-of-the-party rogue would be known in Ft. Worth as a good ol' boy but in London as a regular Jack the Lad. ********** I met her on a train. The Express to Sodom City had been oversold. I observed the girl struggling down the aisle with her valise through the mass of passengers. The chances of her finding an empty seat were nil....
"Is this really Stonehenge? It looks brand new. No falling rocks or missing sections like I remember from our family trip to England." Ruby Goddard hesitates in replying. The wonder of it all just blew her away, "This is back in the Medieval period Sophia. For all we know it could be a year old. Of course the grasslands around it look pretty darn green. No...
Jennifer Evers was pretty. Really pretty with typical Mormon blue eyes and blond hair. She kept her stunning 36-21-34 body trim by exercise and jogging. It was a good way to relax after a day of someone else's children and gave her an extra respite from her husband. Jennifer taught first grade. Danny Evers taught Junior High in a nearby school. His love of...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real person is just proof there is a pattern to randomness in the universe. All characters are eighteen years and older. Suzanne lay in bed beside her husband. She rolled over. "I'm worried, Bill." Bill wasn't asleep, and he opened his eyes. "What? Worried? What are you worried about?" "Jessi and Ryan,"...
Authors Note: This story is pure fiction and/or fantasy. We all have dreams, and this is just one of them from my warped mind while I was trying to clean my hands after working on the lawnmower. * Chapter 1 Getting out of Dodge It's strange how sometimes the worst kind of crap that falls on you can turn into an opportunity for something that you might th...
Now that you've read the first chapter, I feel the need to explain what this story is going to entail. Dex and Jessie are, like all of my couples, deeply devoted to each other, but find themselves getting into sexual situations with other people. Jessie is naive to a ridiculous point, and Dex is a product of his own inexperience, and people's reactions to hi...