[All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.] INTRODUCTION The summer I was sent to Mountain Farm, I was in my late teens (19). A had for a couple of years already been soiling the sheets with my nightly juices almost every night and my attention to schoolwork and helping out at home had become more and more distracted by my growing and constan...
"So, I have to tell you how I came up with this..." Grace Cole was unusually nervous as she spoke to Joie Radical over the phone. For all the albums she had sold, for all the concerts she had sold out, for all the magazine covers she had appeared on, she still felt like an amateur speaking to a legend. "I heard 'Can U Believe This' a few days ago in the ca...
Hey, this is the final chapter, hope you enjoy it,x * Matilda awoke groggy and disorientated. Leo sat with his back against the tree cradling her lightly. It must have been some hours since she fainted, what had happened? The afternoon light streamed through the trees basking them in a warm glow. Leo was rocking her slightly. Murmuring endearments in her...
I had been with the company for three years and thinking about leaving until I was transferred to a mid-size Rocky Mountain town. For me it was a dream come true; out of the city, fresh mountain air, and plenty of open road to ride my bike. Being 28 I had been into road bicycles since college and I was a weekend racer. In my new environment and with my new j...
Maddie sighed, tired from the hike but moved by the gorgeous vista before her. Dwight was right- This mountain, crowded with skiers during the winter, was largely ignored in the hot months, leaving a verdant scattering of grass avenues and rich, tall trees that were totally devoid of anyone, save the two of them. Her muscular frame growing restless, Maddie t...
Huntley Mountain. That's your home, you own it. The entire mountain. It would be nice to say that you worked your ass off to have the money to spend on owning an entire mountain, but that would be a blatant lie. You come from old money, ancient by some standards, and your family mansion on top of Mt. Huntley used to be the family castle before capitalism rei...
The array of food that arrived was astounding and we dove in with ravenous intent on consuming every morsel. You were still wrapped in the sheet and I was cleaned up and redressed raring to hit the mountains I love so much. It was an exhilarating experience, this was no scenic ride, we're talking serious off road driving, tilting and tipping, leaning to and...
Following the eastern coastline of this continent, a serpentine mountain range traverses the terrain that separates the united kingdoms of Altrad from the Mauritzian Sea. Though its peaks reach high enough to be snowcapped, the portion of this rambling dagger-like skyline which we focus on tonight is devoid of frosty white. For a span of countless miles, the...
There were no lift lines – it was simply too cold out for most people. Too cold to even think about getting out of a warm bed to go out and ski, especially when the wind was howling and a new storm was barreling in, especially when that bed was so nice and warm and your thigh muscles were still burning from skiing the day before. But even so, when all was...
Well gang it looks like it's all over because Fred's on Fuck Mountain. Yes it was nice while it lasted but Fred found his way up here, like he was going to sooner or later. It was inevitable I suppose but sometimes one cries over spilt milk anyway. You see now that Fred's here, every woman is going to want a turn with him. Yep, they're all lining up for him...