“I’ll meet you at the farmhouse later,” was the note I saw laying on the counter when I got home from work Friday afternoon. My boyfriend Dante (Te for short) and his best friend Ted must have decided to head out to Ted’s family’s place in the country for the weekend. The small farm, out in the country between Dayton and Columbus, had belonged to Ted’s grea...
The day is drawing to a close; the sun, seeping below the horizon, casts an eerie glow upon the undersides of the gathering clouds. He thinks to himself, "Looks like the weatherman was a little off in his prediction. That storm will be here a few hours earlier than originally thought. I wish I had a job where even if I was wrong 50% of the time, I'd still ha...
The storm has been building all day. The thick air crackles and shimmers. The atmosphere has grown dark. Intense. Her own tension has wound through and through her body until her skin feels as though it is reacting to the charge in the air; to the lure of the dark. She stands at the window. Ready. As much as she is anticipating it, the first bright whit...
The year is set in 2205 in a post-apocalyptic world. It was a hot day in the desert, almost sweltering. One woman, a random traveler by the name of Tanya walks throughout the desert looking for a village to get something to eat. Being a vagabond by choice, she was learning how to survive on her in this harsh environment. But this land was treacherous and fil...
I couldn't believe it. The weatherman had actually predicted the weather... correctly! There's a storm. No wimpy, rain pattering against the windows, wind rustling the leaves shower, but an intoxicating, lightning infused, deafening thunder, pounding wind storm. I hate weather. I hate the rain, and I really hate thunder. I always felt like Mother Nature had...
The meeting room was huge because it had to be. It resembled a stadium styled auditorium. There was a large steel table long enough to sit 25 people on each side. The seats that circled the room went up to row 42. And it was crammed with people. The Northland WolfPack was the largest and oldest pack in North America. It once was filled with a rigid caste s...
August. The summer was hot and the days oppressive. Nick stood by the open window smoking yet another cigarette, watching the sky darken with an approaching storm and listening to the distant rumbles and grumbles of thunder. Perhaps a good downpour would clear the air and dispel the sticky lethargy that had enveloped him. He had taken this little cottage on...
*Whoever said 'it takes two' didn't run away fast enough* (Thanks from many plus Shawhollow for the edit) Lydia Davies was hanging out after work with several of her co-workers from her mother's boutique when she saw this cute guy that she'd helped with some lingerie shopping a few months back. He'd been awkward in a cute way, shy yet determined to find...
Chapter 06: The Adventure Begins Brian sat on the couch being tossed around by the storm outside. All he could do was drift with the rolling waves and hope that they survived the night and would be rescued the next day. The waves hit the sides of the boat and caused the wet party to bounce around the insides like the victims of a vehicle rollover. "I thin...
Author's Note: Welcome randy reader. I am honored that you have selected my story. I have written 'The Tempest is Thy Namesake' in three parts, covering the expanding sexual explorations and experiences of Wendy Rains. I believe that each part reads well enough as a stand-alone story. So, if you are here for the wet and juicy exploratory masturbation exper...