Passion In James County IX Indiscretions By D.C. Roi Chapter seven Tom Singleton gazed fondly at the young woman lying next to him in the motel bed. Her tightly-curled light brown hair had fanned out on the pillow, framing her exquisite face, which looked even more attractive now that it was flushed with passion. The young woman opened her pale blue eye...
This is a continuation of my series of stories about the Countess. While each story can stand on its own you might want to read the first installment calledDreaming in the Shower where I introduced the characters. The sun was up with blinding light on the beach sand. Having gone through Mexican customs at the US Mexican boarder I finally cleared Tijuana, a...
The evening is dark but for the moon and stars. The air feels moist and full of summer. Crickets sound in the evening's song, and an owl hoots three times and stops. Occasionally dogs bark in the distance. At the bottom of a low hill, our horses drink from the stream at midnight. In the stark light of the full moon, I can see three earth mounds in the vall...
Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, sat low on her horse as it sped through the wilderness. She always made sure she picked mounts that were sure-footed in thick woodland because she very rarely took main roads. As a thief she spent half her time quickly escaping a target and she didn't want to make her journey on paths that might mean she was ea...
I turned south at Amarillo and rode the highway at 75 mph plus. It had been a long hot trip but I had enjoyed every minute of it—especially the anticipation of what awaited me at the end of the road. 240 miles to go. She was waiting for me at the end of this last stretch. She had never met me, but we'd swapped pictures of the inter-net a couple times. She wa...
We first met at the dance studio. I have been ballroom dancing for as long as I can remember. My friend Lisa showed up at the usual Friday night dance party with Ben, an old boyfriend who was recently divorced. While not a drop dead gorgeous type, Ben was pretty good looking. Kinda average height, close trimmed beard, salt and pepper hair. And no dance skill...
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Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ This is one of a series of stories set in the Land of Etherium, a place out of time where wizards channeled mana and a host of creatures we call fairy tales roamed the lands. It is said these tales occur...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real person is just amazing. All characters are eighteen years and older. * Ryan sat high up on the hill behind the old cabin. He had hauled the horses from the ranch to the cabin earlier in the morning and then had returned with hay and feed for them. Even though his uncle told him that it worked, Ryan...
By chance, I drove by the local gymkhana last Saturday. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone and not a single cloud discoloured the brilliant blue sky. I had 2 hours to kill as my next appointment wasn’t until 2pm that day. I decided to stop the car and park for a while. I paid the attendant my entry fee to the show and parked my car facing one of the...