In Need of Wood On a cool early September morning, Annmarie started her drive from the city to the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts. She and her husband own a cottage there, small but cozy. She needed to get away and think, as she had caught him fucking his secretary on his desk just two days ago. Lately, he seemed to lose interest in sex, saying the str...
September 15, 1754 The sun had risen two hours ago, and I have been slothful. I have not weeded my garden patch, I have not set the water to boiling for laundry, I have not gone in to the forest to harvest any of the late berries there, nor ground the corn that I left to dry from the garden. I have not even milked the one lone goat we own. I have not left t...
Once upon a very very long time ago, a woodcutter, his wife, and young daughter lived in the forest next to the village that surrounded a beautiful castle. The man was a very very good woodcutter and his wood was highly valued by all of the ladies in the village. Each morning the woodsman would wake and load his wagon. His wife and daughter would give him...
Many thanks to Robbie for editing and improving this. **** For Susan, the night before this new session was a long and hard one, she was in a constant state of arousal, and her pussy was soaked as she thought constantly about Dr. Wood's words, "The ideal gangbang should last at least four to five hours!" Eventually, the time had come for Paul and Susan to...
Riverside Texas~ Numchucks and I hunted the weekends since work kept us away quite a bit. The planned hunts were almost always with some people wanting to go out with the famous Retriever, Numchucks. My friend Glen from Houston, who became our third leg of the tripod in our weekend outings, was rarely late. In fact he usually had to wake us up to get on the...
During the long walk in the dim light of dawn through the snow to the woodshed, Ann picked up the old, double bite ax. She felt the long used smoothness of the wooden handle and it brought back memories of many such trips in the early morning cold to the woodshed to split kindling and gather fire wood for the large, old wood stove. This was a morning ritual...
I woke up this morning with an erection. This was very exciting for me. Of course, when I was a young man, this was a common occurrence. Daily, in fact. And not just in the morning. Boners springing eternally, seemingly unbidden, by hidden stimuli. Pheromones. A miniskirt. A button not fastened on a blouse. Or just remembering the morning erection could se...
Chapter 1: The Trip I dropped Janice off at the airport in plenty of time for her flight to Oakland. This was her annual summer pilgrimage to the San Francisco Bay area to see family and friends. Two weeks in the Bay Area for her, while I stayed behind in sunny Spokane. Since we bought ten acres four years ago, one of us had to stay with the property during...
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It's almost February. The heavy snow has covered the main road from the village, leaving little space for the villagers to move from one place to another, let alone to travel to another village. It's been a brutal winter and the signs are that it is not over yet. I was preparing the wood for the last fire that day, because it was already getting cold inside...