Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I’d like to think I haven’t offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I’m not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light… that is not my intention. Author’s Note: The English-Cheyenne word trans...
She stood at the banks of the blue and silver river, gazing across the blazing noon day sky. Beauty over beauty like a majestic eagle over a snow capped mountain. The wind lightly slung her long silken hair outward in waves and flickers like that of a fire. Her bare tanned skin shined as she basked in the hot sun, on the rivers edge. Her face slowly rose t...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Please vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. * Above two thousand feet on the Three Sisters Mountain Trail the air was clear and dry His lungs filled hungrily as he climbed, swinging each leg in a gentle and day-long cadence. Th...
The underground sewer system beneath District 6. Alessandra's boots squelch across the dim tunnel. Sun's spell keeps their footing dry, but the pressure of stepping onto the psychic bridge still churns the putrid water underneath. "Have you found anything?" asks Mortimer in the captain's earpiece. "Not yet, Sir. Just brick, metal and cement." She waves th...
The gods have, for once, smiled on us. Work and family commitments have cleared simultaneously, and we are able to spend some precious time together here at my lodge overlooking Lake Michigan, high above the water. You have driven up, and we have the place to ourselves. Furthermore, it is the week before Memorial Day and there are no residents in all the adj...
Brumal Mansion, residence of Count Mortimer. Mortimer had just seen Alessandra escorting the hooded man up the mansion's yard, which meant he need only stretch his patience a little further. Not that he is an impatient creature; Alessandra's call simply induced a nibbling eagerness within him. In his wait, the count glares at the flashing cityscape beyond...
"I never want to move from here," Ada whispered dreamily, as she gazed at the paddle fan slowly revolving in the painted rafters over her head and listened to the songs of the jungle birds and clicking of the geckos out in the lush green vegetation beyond the pavilion. She moved her hips, seeking the assurance that Sun Li was still deep inside her. "Hmmmm,"...
This story is 100% true, with conversations not a true reflection of actual conversations due to time since the events occurred. Names have been changed to protect the guilty! ***** I met Karen 12 years ago in a local night club. This isn't a story of how we first met but how our sexual relationship evolved over time. Karen was 19 at the time, and I, Tom,...
I was lying naked in the sun. Enjoying the sensations of the gentle breeze brushing across my body and the gentle chirping of the local Blackbird. I've been a nudist for a number of years and have sat naked in front of many people including my family and friends. Sadly, none of the others have the same feelings and regard me as a bit of a weird exhibitionis...
A work of fiction? Sally had known the couple they were to visit for only a short time, her partner Lorie had first met them before Sally came on the scene. This was the first time they had been invited to dinner. Sally took the usual time showering and shaving herself, she had laid out a nice little gypsy hemmed dress which hugged her figure and showed off...