A story of a discovery about myself that occurred once one a camping trip. It had been a great weekend camping with two friends. We had hiked miles into a relatively secluded section of National Forest and camped beside a beautiful little trout stream. There had been plenty of fishing, sitting around the campfire telling stories, and of course all of the se...
The Olsen 'family' Dairy farm had begun as a smallholding some two hundred years in the distant past. As time ground on most of the other local farms sold up to the ever growing big farming companies or vanished into housing development. The Olsen farm struggled on defiantly, slowly lagging further and further behind its competitors until the farm was only k...
It was a cold Halloween night in those dark woods. I could hear small rodents moving about on the grounds. My friends and I were meeting out here to drink and to kick off Satan's legacy. His reign off terror was just beginning. Thus far I am the only one to show up Jason told me he would come early to help set up things for the party. A little after I had...
Just a split second before John was about to cum, he backed out of Julie's ass and spurted the first load of his creamy cum onto the lips of her pussy. Cindy was focused on eating Julie's juicy cunt and the second spurt splattered onto her nose. As soon as she felt it hit, she scooted towards John a little, opened her mouth wide and caught the remaining stre...
Whore, n: A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: a prostitute; a promiscuous or immoral woman. He called me a whore. Whether I was or not is a matter of semantics. I was an unfaithful wife, not for money, and not with many, but with one, the one who found me at my weakest. The one who meant less than nothing. He took advantage, as did I. He paid no...
It was an impossible time to love and yet they did, ignoring the rest of the world, oblivious to the furor, the horror and the hatred. While they climbed into bed millions watched a world leader hanged for killing hundreds of innocents, while another world leader walked confidently to church, perhaps to pray for the hundreds, maybe thousands of innocents he...
After 18 days at sea crossing the Atlantic from Liverpool this was going to be a day to remember for the rest of her life. A brisk ocean breeze blew Holly's golden hair back from her face as she gazed across the rolling waves looking for the gray sliver of land one of the stewards had told her would be Gibraltar. Oh yes, Gibraltar, gateway to the Mediterrane...
He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and a...
This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. The idea is to write a short new story every day, to help us all get through the "shelter in place" period of the Coronavirus challenge to us all. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. This story is a departure, but I hope you like it, all the same. ******...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...