This is a difficult story for me to tell. It's the story of how I grew up with fundamentalist religious parents and how I use to injure myself. You may have seen stories on TV about the Amish and that sort of thing, where people live without tv, without radio or newspapers, in fact without any contact with the outside world. That was us, except we didn't...
The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, l...
Hello! This is a revised version as I belatedly figured out how to do the formatting correctly XD This is my first time writing erotica and I would love feedback. The first few chapters will be tame and more story building with a few teasers before getting into some BDSM loveliness. Enjoy :D * Arya was out hunting with her brothers the first time she saw...
So. My name is Taralee. My story begins at the end of summer, 1964. Less than a year before, my city had been convulsed by the assassin's bullet that shattered our dream of the American Camelot: the unimaginable assassination of John F. Kennedy, followed by Jack Ruby's live-on-TV gunshot that created a generation's worth of conspiracy theories, then the...
Scarpelli stood in a loose robe at the bedroom window, looking down slope to the paddock where the Senator's wife rode a cantering gelding over low wooden jumps. The room was perfectly appointed in the style he'd expect in a 17th century Virginia manor; lush fabrics, busy wallpaper, thick wood moldings, heavy brass knobs and stained oak doors. Outside, the g...
Well, some of you asked for this, so you only have yourselves to blame! Again, it's an extract from a singularly unfinished work-in-progress. There could be more to come, although there is little sex in what remains. We'll see. Give me the Man, Part two Ardan's father was just beginning his breakfast when Ardan reached the guesting house. He smiled at...
This is a romance story where a young former Marine comes home after multiple deployments in the Middle East to take over the family ranch following the death of his father. There are many surprises ahead, including the red headed "Queen of the Valley". I hope you enjoy the journey. All characters and places are fictional and all persons engaging in sexua...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 82. A Dress Rehearsal It was bound to happen sooner or later, but with...
Chapter One - The Hold Up The four riders spurred their horses into a run as the stagecoach came into sight. Their leader, astride a big buckskin, adjusted his mask and drew his six shooter. "Let's take it!!" He said reining his horse around and heading down the hill. Shots started coming from the coach as soon as the driver and guard saw the four men comi...
Chapter 1 - An Offgrid Rendezvous Brian reached to the top shelf for the box of pancake mix. Marilyn admired the muscles stretched before her. They were both still hot and sweaty from a five mile trail run. He had brought her here to his off the grid family cabin for a meeting on a joint project they were planning. Her thoughts were not on the project bu...