It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare. The recent rains...
Note to reader: It's best that you read the series from the beginning. Reminder, this is pure fiction. ***** The next day was Monday. Muddy awoke at the same time I did. My phone alerted me to a message from the law office. I read the message learned that I was needed first thing that morning. I placed the phone back on the night stand, stretched my arms o...
The wind cooled as the sun began to set. It tangled Leda's hair, pushing her messy curls into her face as a warning. It would rain soon, she thought, digging into the sandy bottom of the creek with her hands. The horses wouldn't like it. She had managed to thatch the roof of the barn herself, but ever since the winter, muddy puddles would emerge from the gro...
She leaned against the window frame peeking through the edges of the bamboo shade. Smiling, She closed her eyes as a rush of warmth and wetness suddenly pulsated down Her vagina. He always did that to Her. It was just the mere sight of Him. Especially in those well-worn jeans and white tank, He caused an overflow of emotions and irreconcilable lusts. Opening...
It was taking entirely too long. Cien closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he listened to the Buchanan and the Hamilton squirming over some pitiful aspect of their plot. "By Saint. Timothy's teeth!" Cien roared finally tired of the bickering. He stood from the Laird's chair and stomped over to the two over grown children. "Tis my plan and it shall be carr...
Kristin's boot sank into the soft and muddy ground. The forest floor was still damp from the last of the fall rains. Soon the weather will turn cold and snow will cover the mountains that framed the valley. She hoisted her backpack a little higher on her shoulders and marched on. This was the last hike of the year, the last check on the range under her super...
This story will contain elements of non-consent, BDSM, fantasy/sci-fi anal/oral and forced sexual activity. If this is not your thing, then feel free to move on to another story. This chapter is mainly setting the scene. Things will definitely progress more rapidly in the next several chapters. Enjoy. Feedback is appreciated. * She was feeling faint. The...
Xander arrived at 10:30PM on a Friday evening. He smelled of beer, and had muddy work boots on. I ordered him to strip, and he slowly took off his carhartt flannel jacket. He turned around, looking for a place to put it. "Drop it on the floor." He paused, and then did as I said. He started to pull his Navy sweatshirt up over his head, and stopped, to take...
As I had expected, Spring Break until today had proved dreary with rain and lonely. I had discussed this with my husband in advance, of course. I had told him I was tired of being left alone while he worked on his damn dissertation, and he had told me to stop being so whiny. I tried a seductive tack, and he told me to use my own hand because he was busy and...
I was thrown from the jovial warmth of Rehd's Tavern into the cold dismal night. Two ogreish bouncers tossed me through the tavern doors at a pace my drunken legs couldn't keep. I felt my feet fly from the deck stairs, and I landed belly first in the muddy street. After landing I realized that I managed the reflexes to get my hands under me, so my dizzy head...