We spent nearly three months cruising Vanuatu in company with the yacht Liddy shared with the couple who owned it. From the day it happened, the arrival back of the owners of Liddy's yacht had created a little something of an issue for her in so far as our Thursday is her 'sleepover' night with me arrangements were concerned. Even though she had, for a yea...
The cloak of night fell upon the Camp of Blessing, few rays of moonlight made it through the moving clouds. Tonight was especially quiet out here, the school almost seemed abandoned. No guards on the hallways or around the main courtyard. The dinner hall was empty, unused. Only a light flickered through the windows of a chapel. More precisely, the novice's c...
I and Benson stood watching the flock of Sandhill Cranes as they wheeled overhead giving their trumpet-like calls. I never failed to be awed by the spectacle of thousands of large birds in the air at one time, their wings outstretched as they prepared to land. It was at times like this I knew nature was the best medicine for my soul. That and Benson. Though...
Chapter 1 She was gone now. Gone just now, and he was alone in their house, their home, and memories seemed to push in on him from every corner. They all seemed so dark now, too. Had it always been so? Twenty three years together. Gone now, shot down in flames, a once assumed destiny reduced to the lowest common denominator by depositions and endlessly fau...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. [Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn: Jasons and the Johnsons, Jason and Mrs. Johnson, and, Jason Comes to the Back Door. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least Back Door) be read prior to reading t...
This is a story of one woman's odyssey of sexual submission. The previous episode opened as Mary Beth McWorter, the widow of a prominent television preacher, suffered thru a frustrating lunch with the Alabama Governor and her current master Jimmy Carson who has seized control of both she, and the profitable TV ministry she inherited from her deceased husband...
Authors note... Hello everyone; This was more of an exercise in alternative writing for me. I wanted to create a different earth with a new history. All while getting in a good bit of sex. So, this is my attempt at doing that and I hope you will forgive my bad spelling and grammar enough to enjoy it. I'll add that this is not meant to fully reflect our ow...
Jess Simpson walked out of the county jail into bright sunlight. He stopped and squinted his eyes against the suns glare. It was just past 11 p.m. and already sweltering hot. He watched the heat waves rise from the hot asphalt street in front of him. The grass was already dry and brown looking in the summer heat. Jess looked in the small parking lot beside...
Warning, this story ends exactly where it starts. There is no sex, and if you don't like unresolved endings, please don't read further... * Tomorrow is my birthday, and I have the toughest decision of my life to make. My whole life, and beyond, will depend on what I do. I know what I should do... no, I know what she wants me to... Sorry, I'm a mess rig...
Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...