I know how I got here; I just don't know what to do about it. A lot of you will think I am some disgusting slut, with no regard for herself or anyone else, and to tell you the truth, you are right. If you met me two years ago, you would think I was a prude. You would never believe that I've had sex with more than 10 different men in the last few months. I do...
Alone finally. The only sounds that grace my ears are the gentle winds of the west blowing down the hills, and through the large pines that guard the cabin from the evening sun. The commercial world is non-existent out here. No TV, no billboards, no skyscrapers, no cars; only one small power line for electricity, and my dependable pickup to get me to the nea...
The pirate sloop Phantom had begun life as the French ship Epée born in the shipyards of Marseille. The Epée had been built for speed, in order to run the blockades of the British navy. Although she was lightly armed, with only six nine-pound cannon, she was light and under full sail ran fast on the bowline. One night she had been anchored in Port-De-France...
We were just three guys that hunted and fished on the Chesapeake Bay. For years, we had thought that Kent Island, just West of Annapolis, was the home of a nudist colony. While fishing, we had often used our binoculars to observe the naked men and woman sunning themselves, or playing volleyball on the beach. Then, last November during Goose season, we learne...
6 "A Chevy C-60." "A Chevy C-60?" "A Chevy C-60." As he bumped and bounced along the rutted road toward the Gilbert Place cabin in his Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, Bret Harris recalled the conversation he had with Rusty Barr, a long-time farmer who lived a mile and a quarter outside of Lakeville. Barr needed a fill-in truck driver to help complete the...
Note: This is a series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installments are, in order, "The Riddling Sprite", "The Queen's Lesson", and "The Fiddler's Pride". The last time the taverngoers met up, impetuous server Horasen bet that Misty's story of an arrog...
As the two vans pulled up to the cabin retreat, Alex slightly nudged his girlfriend Makayla, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Pushing her long brunette hair back she turned and took in the sight of the two cabins, and the surrounding forest, before turning back to her boyfriend and smiling. As everyone filed out of the vans, the student government pres...
Fall means many things to people, but to us it meant an end to the summer fun of the cabin. Snow would soon come and the trip would change from an easy drive to only accessible by snow machine or skis. Often the wind would completely bury the trails and restrict access all together. Still it was a precious time. The leaves would soon turn from emerald green...
Nola Nola leaves the village behind her as she moves farther into the forest. There are a few miles between her and the cabin she is staying in. Keeping her pace leisurely until she is beyond human eyes, she then starts an easy run that carries her swiftly through the trees. The urge to shift is strong but she decides against changing. Putting off the ch...
If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize. * "We're spending the weekend at the cabin." I replied, "Yes dear." My wife Veronica likes to surprise me with weekend trips to her parents' cabin in western Maryland. We have a good time at the cabin, but...