Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * I was in my third year of trying to make a living at running my uncle's ranch -- my dead uncle. I had been his sole h...
Jeff Malville drove down the highway, his dirty; beaten up truck weaving in and out of traffic, but he somehow managed to do the speed limit even though he truly did not want to. All he wanted to do at this moment was put the pedal to the metal and haul ass to his destination. His destination being the Double D ranch outside of San Antonio, Texas. Jeff tappe...
"That's just great!" Nora said aloud as she slammed the door on the old Chevy farm truck. Steam was pouring out from under the hood. She looked up and down the road. Realizing she was on the loneliest stretch of road in the county. The only houses within 10 miles were the neighboring ranch houses. Each one isolated by hundreds of acres. She pulled her cell p...
If you haven't already done so, I suggest you read Chapters 1-6. They will give you a better understanding of the characters and situations. There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. As usual constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my tale and please enjoy. ******************* It had been o...
A. At the ranch At the time of the start of this story, A and I were looking at ways to liven up our sex lives. After 40 years some routine had more than set in. After poking around on the Internet, I discovered a local swingers club called "The Ranch." A was pretty apprehensive the first night we went, but the goal was just to get a feel for the place. If...
Ada Albin Raven and Frank Wolf were married on a beautiful, clear and crisp, spring morning in 1927 in the glade by the cascading eastern arm of Wolf Creek about midway between Brook House and Hagen's Saw Mill in the lower reaches of Hahn's Peak. Ada had wanted to be married in the open air of the Rocky Mountains, and she could think of no more beautiful spo...
By Woodmanone copyright May, 2013 Please take the time to read the preceding chapters before going on with this one. As usual any constructive comments, critiques, and/or emails are welcome and appreciated. ******************** Chapter Four Shoulder feels pretty good, Zach thought as he kept his promise to visit Sir Gerald and Lady Kathleen at the Grand...
Author's Note: I was listening to Brenda Lee's great song, "I Want to be Wanted" recently and it sounded like a story was in that sad song, trying to get out. Maybe this is that story. Thanks to techsan for his editing. Tennessee Waltz (© acuff rose music, inc.) was written by Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart. Never Ending Love was written by Delaney Braml...
The next morning, Lacey was up at her regular time, dressed in running shorts and a tank top, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as she headed out for her daily morning run. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. She was intent on seeing at least part of the ranch, following the trails she remembered from her childhood days, arriving back at th...
There is no sex in this story. Suggest you look somewhere else for that. As always comments are welcome and requested. It is both payment for my work and will help me improve. Thank you for reading my story, and enjoy. The title of the story was inspired by a Montgomery Gentry song. "I was sitting on the porch in my overallsAs she packed her things to leave...