My name is Clarice Jensen. I was born in the town of Baton Rouge, State of Louisiana, in the year of our lord 1823. Born of a white male plantation owner and an African female slave. I grew up on the Jensen Plantation, from which I escaped in 1846. I ran away to the City of Boston, Massachusetts. At the time, the Northeast was considered a bastion of liberty...
Pete Marks followed the path as it twisted its way up the hillside; the right side of the path was boarded by a steep, weathered scree covered slope, while the left dropped steeply into a deep tree strewn gorge. The overhead sun burning in a clear blue sky failed to reach the gorge bottom, instead it painted the hillside and trees in a patchwork of greens an...
Living so close to Salem, MA, USA, famous for it's witch trials and executions in 1692 and 1693, some guys I knew were intrigued by the idea of re-creating the trials and examinations, if not the executions, in our own backyard. In practice this meant the backyard of the Harrington's estate next door, it being possessed of lots of space and assorted out buil...
I often go for walks alone in the woods to enjoy the quiet and enjoy the fresh air and scenery. I don't have a particular "go to" spot and living in the Pacific Northwest makes it very easy to spontaneously get back to wilderness. I have on occasion hiked naked, but frankly between the chafing, sunburn potential, and insects it is not always pleasant. I di...
The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long. You reach the clearing. You take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista, such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat...
The entire house was buzzing with activity. Maids were busy arranging flowers and decorating various rooms. Cooks were preparing platters of food and butlers were directing workmen in setting up tables and chairs to prepare for the evening's festivities. Everyone was busy making sure the preparations would be perfect. Everyone except the guest of honor. Ro...
Author's note: please read the previous chapters to understand my twisted sexy fairy tale. ***** On some sunny days, Cinderella's stepbrothers liked to take their not-so-willing stepsister on a walk, deep in the forest near their farm, and tie her up and fuck her. They liked to tease and torment their submissive little stepsister while fucking her. They wo...
Sophie drove her car into the deserted car park, it was just how she had been told it would be at 9pm, dark deserted and secluded. The nature reserve was literally twenty seconds away from a dual carriageway but other than the noise of passing vehicles on the dual carriageway. She parked the car in the corner of the car park with the driver's side furthest...
"So, Doctor Oakes, we understand you and your fiancée will be getting married later this year." The reporter who spoke was from one of the tabloids, and I remembered Marie's advice: Keep them on your side - they won't pay much attention to the science, but if you give them what their readers want, they'll at least be positive. "That's right," I nodded, thr...
Okay I apologize for the confusion but for whatever reason or happenstance,I submitted this first and then later the same day submitted ch 2. While chapter two went through fine, chapter one just up and disappeared. *wondering if there are goblins in computer* Anyway - here is the revised version of one - which will hopefully clear up the questions raised by...