He climbed above the tree line and into the late afternoon August sunlight. The Blue Ridge lay arrayed before him like a sleeping woman under rumpled sheets. Here a jutting hip, there a soft shoulder, she was in repose after a stolen hour of lovemaking. Or so he could imagine. The fresh air and stimulation of hiking in the forest always touched the primal. H...
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There had been a new, different, atmosphere, both between my husband and I when we visited the village pub. Since the night of the party, when I took two men to the bedroom, Steve frequently questioning me, as to my whereabouts and also grilled me, looking for answers and reassurances troubled, wondering if I would have gone the whole way. "You weren't far...
My name is Cassandra Harper of Small Creek, Wisconsin. Small Creek is a small northwestern area of the state. It was densely wooded country and becoming very crowded now because of the ever growing demand for lumber in the rest of the country. I lived in a small cabin with my Momma, and two younger brothers or rather, I did until yesterday when I left my h...
Kelethia wandered through the halls of the abbey, wearing the crimson silk robe. It fit her perfectly, though it was cut much lower than anything she had ever worn before. With so much of her flesh revealed, she felt as though everyone was looking at her - especially the men. It was an uncomfortable feeling at first, being the object of such attention - but...
EDUCATION It was my Aunt Lisa who turned me. The summer I turned 18, my mother sent me to stay with her for a while. Farm boy, gone to summer in the big city. Backwards, right? Totally. It was hot enough on the farm. Hotter'n a three-peckered goat in the city—as we'd say on the farm. But I was an underdeveloped pretty boy. Boys my age were spoiling to kill...
"Fucking tree hugger! Get out of the way!" I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the gruff voices of the loggers, wondering whether maybe I was in too deep this time. Here I was in the middle of a national forest, bound with rope to an ancient redwood, faced with a horde of pissed-off, chainsaw-wielding lumberjacks, and abandoned by my fellow chickenshit env...
A 'Thank You' to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making my stories a much better read. * My wife, Susan - I call her Susie - and I have been married over twelve years. I love her with all my heart and soul, but I think she's crazy. Not loony crazy but kind of dumb blonde type crazy. Don't get me wrong here; she is a blonde but she's far from dumb. I...
I struggle against the ropes tied around my hands and feet. It is no use; no matter how hard I tried, I cannot free myself. So far my venture into adulthood has began rather horridly. My eighteenth birthday was celebrated with my social worker smiling as I signed paperwork and my foster parents slipping me a twenty as they wished me well in life. My social w...
I scanned the bar. It was cozy, but somehow I felt even more out of place than if I was in one of the buzzing nightclubs. A few of the men at the bar looked up towards me and smiled. I heard the rush of the wind behind me and a huff of breath. "God, it's freakin' cold out there." I turned my gaze from the many eyes and peeked around at my friend as she unra...