She ran like moonlight across the lake, such silent beauty. Trim muscles tightening, she leaped over the fallen tree and was slipping through the night once more. Breathing deeply, she took in the scents of the forest. Moist earth. Crisp air. Hot blood. She stopped and sniffed the air once more. No, it wasn't a mistake. She could smell it. Taste it. That pu...
I'm sorry for the long wait for this story. Writing was on the back burner for quite some time, but starting to come to a boil again. As always, thank you Archangel for your wonderful editing. Thank you to Cookie and Larry for the inspiration for two new characters. I wonder where they'll take me next? Please vote and comment! ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Baxter Pa...
Chapter 16 The ride to Judge Hawthorne's house took nearly an hour. Sheriff Wilson chose to ride his horse beside the wagon, and he looked increasingly uneasy as they got closer to the judge's house. Still, he didn't try to sway the McKenzies from their purpose. He knew that would be a waste of his breath. He was just hoping he wouldn't get caught in the cr...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 2 Half a mile down the road, Singleton turned onto the dirt road leading to the Marshes. The people who lived there, though quite poor, had formed a small and somewhat thriving community. Townfolk liked to call them rednecks and hillbillies since they kept mos...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himse...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Angst, Slash, Non-Con, BDSM, OOC Rating: FRAO Italics and/or // indicates a flashback. * He watched from a distance as the two men left the old sawmill. He couldn't understand why the boy didn't tell anybody what the sheriff was doing to him. He couldn't li...
Chapter Six He was being called on the carpet. Again. He heaved a huge sigh of disgust. The cost of doing this job and doing it the way it was supposed to be done meant pushing limits, pissing people off at times and at others, bending the rules just a bit. He tried to smile at Michelle, to offer a little comfort. There wasn't any reason that she should be...
Diana was updating her computer diary, describing her weekend assignment. She was naked since Don was home. He had made love to her twice since breakfast, once with just her and the second time with both her and Lee. Right now, Lee was serving him in the master bedroom. The mistress was supposed to be home this evening at 20:00. She typed in her duties for t...