Chapter 8 - Bahia Gifts We got back to town while the sun was still well above the horizon and followed Amelia through town. I had expected her to take us to the building where they had the dinner for Marylyn and Rachel's retirement but she kept climbing the hill and we found a gigantic concrete wall obstructing our path. Two doors over six meters high occu...
Jan's thoughts drifted as she reined her horse to the right at the intersection. She did not know where this road led, but exploring her new "neighborhood" was on the goals of her long Saturday evening rides. She had just been transferred to this small West Texas town from Boston, and she had resigned herself to make the most of it. She had enjoyed riding in...
Lady Elanor was pleased to receive the missive on the royal parchment she had been expecting. Her servants readied her for the meeting by clothing her in tight black breeches, her brown riding boots, a billowy white blouse, and a riding knapsack. It would not be an arduous journey to their meeting place, but nevertheless she intended to be prepared for the r...
She drummed her fingers on the five bar gate, the sound of the horse munching his hay bugging her. She checked her watched and sighed, 45 minutes late. If she didn't love the way he handled the horses, and not to mention how easy on the eye he was, she'd bin him off and get a new farrier. She sighed again, sweat beading on her brow from the heat. She knew sh...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex,...
The buxom maid I was consorting with at the time had the annoying habit of beating on me and whinnying like a colt every time she reached a climax in our frenzied love-making, an off-putting sound when one is doing his best to horse the young lady properly and quietly so as not to rouse suspicion in the house. After her third or fourth neighing spasm of the...
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Twenty-three and feeling young and free, Todd Spicer sped down the straight stretch of metalled country road in the double-cab pickup at 120 k/hr and skidded the vehicle to a stop under heavy braking at the intersection with the main highway. "Fuck," he muttered, scratching an ear when noting there was no sign of his four clients. A woman emerged from the...
I'm not what most would call "sexy." At least I don't think so. I've always been more of a tomboy; goofing off with my guy friends, telling dirty jokes, spending most of my time outside getting dirty, or making fun of those prissy girls all done up in makeup and tight scanty clothes and big strappy heels who shudder at the thought of stepping foot anywhere p...
NOTE: 5 hours, 4 states, 3 toll booths, 2 major rivers, 1 extremely long interstate highway, and a whole bunch of Mr. Frost's less-travelled roads . . . all are between me and my eighty-year-old mom, who's been suffering from an increasingly severe list of health problems since early last year. I call almost every day and make the trip as often as humanly po...