The dark, purple clouds hung low on the mountains, heavy with moisture and were releasing their burden rapidly. The fierce winds were driving it on a slant, almost level to the ground, but five riders were mounted and ready to ride north, soaked already but unconcerned with the weather. Harlan looked at his clan and then to the others riding with him. Eamon...
** Dear Reader, this story contains graphic depictions of adults enjoying sexual activities on a sailboat. I hope you enjoy it and it gets you hard or wet :-) Please send me your comments so I can improve my writing. Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes! Enjoy!! - Jack * I filled the Explorer with sailing equipment and set off down the street to...
6 Winston Heavy snow fell the Saturday after Lynn returned from Saint Louis. I awakened early, as I usually do and got up, even though there was as usual no place I had to go and nothing I had to do. After making coffee, I opened the drapes and saw the snow. The Charles River is my favorite part of Boston, though like everything else, I like it better...
Jess's flesh tingled. The breeze caught the back of her knees as a reminder of how much bare flesh she was choosing to expose today. She flexed her warm toes in her suede boots, enjoying the feel of Kane's bold, hot cock inching it's way further towards the warmth between her legs. Around them, at the public event, people were watching the beautiful sailing...
My father died two years ago, at 72 years of age. After the funeral, and all the administrative details of the will, etc., it fell to me, as his son and only child, to look after and take care of my 70-year-old mother, his widow. Thus it was that I began spending many weekend days at her house, helping her dispose of Dad's worldly possessions. One weekend,...
Running With The Wind or Watching the Watcher It was a beautiful Puget Sound August afternoon. Shy of a few wispy white clouds the sky was beautiful shade of blue. If you have never visited the Northwest you have never seen sky this color of blue before. If you viewed a painting with this shade used in the sky you would undoubtedly comment on the unrealisti...
Introduction. My Daddy is the captain of a cruise liner. Since I have no Mama, I often have to go to work with him. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? Well it's not. I'm eighteen years old, and sometimes these cruises go on for weeks. If you were eighteen years old, would you want to be stuck on a ship surrounded by strangers your whole summer – almost all of the...
The long, lazy days of our holiday drifted slowly by as we meandered down the coast, the blazing heat of midday sliding into warm starlit evenings, pleasantly cool nights and then a crisp new day to wake up to. We sailed most mornings, and by lunchtime would be anchored off one of the many beaches along the coast that had a scattering of sunbathers and a sha...
The trip back from Paris, left Therese with the first chance to understand what her freedom was. She sat in the carriage happily smiling, looking out at the countryside passing by and began to realize what Leon St. Gilbert's hanging truly meant to her. Her life was now free of danger, no more did she have to worry about being killed, no more did she have to...
When Karen first talked about 'working with India', I assumed that she meant the country. But then, after the name had come up a couple more times, I realised that, while India was a country, the India that Karen was talking about was a woman. 'An artist,' Karen said. 'An illustrator. Fashion mainly. We worked together at O'Rourke's. I did the words and Ind...