This chapter can be read as a standalone story but it will make more sense and give you the background of the characters and the story line if you read the first two chapters. Constructive comments/emails are welcome and appreciated. There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and I hope you enjoy it. *******...
The next morning Tori awoke with a start. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. She smiled to herself as she remembered the play party the night before. She went to get up to go to the bathroom and found her hair wrapped around Jack's hand. She sighed to herself, then tried to move again with no luck. "Sir?" she spoke softly not sure if he was a...
The rider's legs were aching. He had been standing in the stirrups for nearly forty minutes. The owner would not stop the horse; he carried on guiding it in a figure of eight around the riding hall. The rider tried to lean back again. His hips and knees were strapped firmly in place. His wrists were lashed to the saddle horn. He could not avoid the dildo t...
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...
Dawn rose over the convent and Catherine was late to rise but this morning, no one took notice. There was much to do, work to be done. Catherine slipped on her plain cotton shift and tied an apron around her chest and waist. She swept back her long silky locks of hair into a quick bun and gathered up her chore basket. Tuesdays were always the same at the con...
From out of the frozen Canadian north rides Dudley Do-right of the Mounted Police, defender of truth, justice and the Canadian way. The heroic Constable Do-right and his fellow Mounties stand as a bulwark between law-abiding citizens and the felonious few who would do wrong in the wild and wooly frontier at the closing days of the 19th century. Let's join Du...
Christoph was never a particularly big fan of horses. He didn't hate them per say, but the fact that if one stepped wrong he'd lose a foot was enough to put him off. It wasn't usually his job to do anything with the horse on the farm anyway, but the twins had been sent on an errand in town so he was the one who had to hitch the plowshare to Jo, Farmer Keldor...
Chapter Thirty-One -- The Destroyer's Gold Throughout the morning, Danka sped past bewildered peasants as they lined the roads, staring at the gap in the distant mountainside where the cathedral used to be. They were so shocked by the disaster that no one bothered to take a close look at the slim feminine-looking guard galloping past them on one of the most...
Please read Chapter One before continuing. I appreciate any comments, critiques, and/or emails you might have. ******************** Chapter Two Zach reined his horse onto a low rock shelf that had been exposed by the elements and continued East for miles. When the horse finally stepped off the shelf onto the desert floor, Zach spurred the animal into a...
Nikki sat on the edge of her bed as she carefully slid the pale white thigh highs up her long, toned legs, admiring them in the mirror. Standing, she finished them into place and turned slowly, making sure her upper thighs and tight, heart shaped ass looked just right. She carefully pulled her crotchless panties up those silken legs, positioning it just righ...