Ripping off the last paycheck, Bill handed it to the painting contractor. "Thanks for the great job, Greg." "Anytime." Walking away, Greg added, "I'll call you when the salmon are running. We'll wet a line." "All right, sounds good." Bill wandered around the bunkhouse for one final inspection -- engulfed in a satisfied sadness. The windows were open. A gen...
The next morning, Jacky awoke with a feeling of peace and hope. The part of her that had lain dormant had re-awakened. She shifted slightly and realized that she was still lying on Eric's chest. "Hey, you awake?" His deep voice rumbled through his chest as she shifted from him and moved to his side to look in his eyes. Those brown caring eyes that held more...
This chapter is in distinct contrast to the last, it returns to the main theme of the series and is perhaps the most romantic so far. Australianisms Chook = hen or adult chicken. Calling an elderly woman an old chook is not terribly polite but usually is an address indicating some affection for the person The bell rang loudly. It was an old fashioned m...
Mia was warm and very content when she woke. The pillow under her head was moving and had a heartbeat that was steady and soothing in her ear. She stretched and felt the strong, muscular arms wrap around her, holding her almost tenaciously against him. She heard him moan and lifted her head, seeing the tousled man who'd made love to her through the night hou...
After that first wonderful weekend I knew my decision to open myself up to love and life had been the right one. We spent long hours talking about anything and everything; we ate the delicious food that Ben lovingly prepared; we caressed, massaged and touched each other every chance we got. My heart and soul swam in the warmth of feelings that were precious...
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"Kiss my ass!!" It's amazing how long I had wanted to hear those words and how much they would change the relationship between myself and the person that said them. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Scott. I'm a forty-two year old, divorced male that works for a large-sized manufacturing facility close to Daytona Beach, Florida. I love the w...
(This is the fourth story in our ongoing "To Serve and Protect" series. The other stories can be found by following the link to my stories. While Linda carries on the adventures of our law enforcement friends following "Undercover Operatives" I decided to go back a bit and tell the story of how Pat and Mike met and fell in love. The events here take place be...
I had no particular agenda, and I really had little idea where I would be stopping for each night. My credit card limit was nearly astronomical, and Marsha was going to keep my bills paid while I was gone. It was in Santa Fe, I think, that I traded in my old SUV and bought a brand Ford Mustang convertible, and that was definitely a whole lot more fun to driv...
"Geena, it is time for you to get dressed." He instructed. He apparently took his seat behind me, observing his handiwork. I stood up and reached down to my ankles to pull up my panties. I tried to stretch them out beyond my ass in order to avoid the pain of nylon scraping across my throbbing behind. I was not very successful and flinched as I rode them up...