Victoria sat at her bedroom window, her large green eyes fixed on the distant doors of the stables. Absentmindedly she twirled a strand of wavy auburn hair around her finger. At last there was movement and sitting up, she moved closer to the window, squinting to see better. Dawson was leading two horses out through the wide doorway. She watched as he expert...
Chapter 6: Saddle Up The horse's nostrils flared as it launched itself over another jump. As its hooves pounded back down into the dirt they threw up dust clouds that quickly dissipated. The cool air of the brisk autumn afternoon made the horse's breath visible as it escaped its nostrils. Danger's cousin, Josh, was riding the horse, guiding it around the co...
"Some Women (Oh the shame!) like ramping Rigs, Ride flaunting in their powder'd Perriwigs; Astride they sit (and not ashamed neither), Drest up like men in Jacket, Cap, and Feather! " A Looking Glass for the Times -- Thomas Ellwood, c1670 I heard the baying of the hounds, the excited shouts of the whippers-in, and the huntsman's horn. I stepped out of the...
The Harrison Riding Academy was a playground for little rich girls and their over indulgent mothers. Carl Edwards was the riding instructor. It was his job to teach the young brats to ride without falling off on their heads. It was not an easy job but one with many benefits. One of those rewards was to rub elbows with the cream of female society. Elbows wer...
Please read the preceding chapters before continuing. I would be interested and appreciate any comments, constructive critiques and/or emails you might like to make. ******************** Chapter Three "Kathleen... Kathleen wake up," Zach said softly as he shook her shoulder. She sat up quickly and was about to scream. Zach quickly put his hand over her...
Emily and I lay in the sun of the hilltop clearing, occasionally speaking but mostly sitting in a very contented silence. The sun was high in the sky, and soon had dried the cum that had I spewed out across my stomach and chest. Other than the rustle of leaves, a few bird songs and an few whinnies and neighs from the horses, the afternoon was quite and still...
By Woodmanone copyright September/2011 There are no descriptive sexual scenes in this story. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and are appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work. ******************** Deputy U.S. Marshal Thomas Boone dismounted in front of the Marshal's office in Tucson Arizona. He...
Part 5 Staying on the Farm Yes it was been a long time between chapters I know and I'm sorry but I always wanted to do more of this series and not let it die even if this chapter took an almost Star Wars prequel age to appear and I know how much people do really enjoy this saga so hopefully I will keep it going with better timing between chapters. Huge than...
I had been gone off shore working for three weeks and was very glade to see the gate to the Ant Farm in front of me. The Ant Farm was the home that Shell and I made after a few years of rough necking my way around the Gulf of Mexico making money in the oil patch. Shell had done most of the work, but it was our dream and our home. Pulling up I could see bet...
I am lucky enough to live on a farm, in the country, along a quiet road. Awhile back, I was down by the road working on a big fencing project. Time had taken its toll on my fence. Not much traffic ever came down my road, and even fewer pedestrians. Today though, I noticed two people on horseback, slowly sauntering along the road towards my place. I kept work...