She saw him tying his horse to the trunk of a dogwood tree and she that just watching him wouldn't be enough. His buckskin gelding nuzzled his shoulder before scrounging around for tufts of burnt out grass for lunch. Dusty had pulled his own meal out of his saddlebag and had taken it to a grassy mound near the stream that snaked through the valley. The wate...
I was silently fuming as Marina worked the kinks from my lower back. Her oil slick palms and roughly digging fingertips worked the tension out slowly. The room was scented a deeply, rich with lavender and dragons breath from the incense burner cradled on a low bench in front of the massage table. I expelled a short “ugh” as Marina continued deeply stroking m...
“M’Lady Elaine, it’s time to leave if we’re to make Barkley Hall by nightfall. The coachman is tending to the horses and will be ready to leave in an hour.” The young woman stirred, then stretched and slowly opened her eyes. “Oh, Millie, why must one wake before the cocks when traveling? This straw tic is hard as a board, and it seems as if I fell asleep o...
Lacey leaned against the railing of the inner fence back behind the grandstand once again, a small smile on her face as she watched both Lance and Wesley prepare their horses for team roping. She had watched them practice on and off all week, and had even got in a little bit of practice herself on the back of the buckskin that she had been taking out in the...
The morning mist was thick upon the pastures that lined the road to the stables. Stacy liked to arrive earlier than most riders. She loved riding her gelding on the trails and through the gently rolling hills alone. She was often the first rider to arrive in the morning when the stables were just coming to life. She parked her large SUV and strolled toward...
Chapter 5 welcoming the new couple to The Facility It is no surprise that several like minded professionals in the area got together and purchased a fitness building that was being moved to a new location so the property became available. The major tragedy in the United States is the failing of most retail stores and the vacant structures left behind in the...
Sparks flew from the fire and landed on my bare forearms singing the hair and leaving small scars as I raised the red hot horseshoe and began to pound the surface level with the heavy hammer in my right hand as I held it on the heavy anvil. Each blow would send a shower of molten metal to the earth floor and onto the leather apron that covered my naked hairy...
We met beside the creek that runs below Palmers' Cottage. They do say folks named Palmer actually did live in the cottage, back when, but it was before my day. The shabby old house had stood empty all my life. It was a hot day. I'd sat on the flat gray slab of rock where the Palmers had probably pounded their laundry clean. I'd tucked up my skirt and dangle...
The next morning Mary lay in bed listening to the sounds of the house stirring around her. She had crept out of the West Wing bedroom only scant hours before, her Master explaining that he had organised with Mr Barlow and the housekeeper that Mary was to get the day off after serving so late. Mary was beginning to realise that Mr Barlow knew exactly what for...
Ashley Thomas and his wife his wife Laurel had a quite satisfying if at times boring sex life. They made love in a rather conventional fashion, once or twice a week. As the vicar of Emmerdale, he appeared to his parishioners as a staid, honest and straightforward man of the cloth. But every now and then he would act out a fantasy he had held since theologic...