She had never been in such an isolated part of the country side before. North Carolina seemed so new and mystical to her as she drove down the dirt mountain road. She was heading to a cabin where she would spend her time in quiet, writing poetry. It wasn't long that she came upon the cabin, nestled in the woods. After parking her car and taking her luggage i...
I ran through an almost swampy deciduous forest area. I say almost because the pools and pockets of shallow water were sand bottomed instead of the kind of muck that results from leaves turning into silt. The sand, a nice, fine Sahara Desert-esque sand, was firm and well settled. Judging by the lighting, I would guess it was afternoon, possibly hinting at th...
I was trying to slow my breathing. Just when I thought I was under control, I would think of how humiliating this was going to turn out. People pass down all sorts of family traditions during the Holidays. Not me -- this would be all I will ever be known for. The only story that would ever be told about me. "Lacey. They said don't move, not a muscle. An amb...
This is my entry for the 2011 Earth Day Contest. Please READ, VOTE, COMMENT, and Enjoy! Please respect, protect, and nurture Earth Mama. She's the only one we have! Thank You! :) ~~~~ Definition: Hamadryad: ham·a·dry·ads or ham·a·dry·a·des 1. Greek & Roman Mythology: A wood nymph who lives only as long as the tree of which she is the spirit lives. ~~~...
I thought the first part of this story was way too weird for anyone to like it, but in response to that cool but unexpected thing called Popular Demand, here’s some more… I went into the lab on Monday, having recovered from my unexpected and overwhelming encounter with the tree. My colleagues, all research students like me, were excitedly poring over a flo...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy's concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here - I'm doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all abo...
AUTHOR NOTE: Reuploaded due to formatting error. Seriously, why did none of you guys tell me half the page was in italics? Ha ha ha. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~ ~*~:~*#S#*~:~*~ Selrilve was still in darkness when they arrived. On foot, they stalked around the west of the town to Sarielle...
Chapter 02: The Feast of Souls "Why pulls thou the rose?And why breaks thou the stem? Or why comes to CarterhaughWithoutten my command?" * * * The first thing that I noticed when I awoke was the noise. Voices of all kinds were raised around me, in conversation, conflict and song, some in English, some in what sounded like Spanish or French, most in a lang...
05. Into the Deep Woods Dorothy, Toto, and Scarecrow decided to follow the road that curved south, although none of the group knew where either path led. The cornfields seemed to stretch on for as far as they could see, so one path seemed just as good as the other. As they followed the yellow brick road, Dorothy told the straw man her story and how she had...
Disclaimer: Daddy is not related to me. He's actually a year or two younger than me. However in our dynamic, I call him Daddy and wear his collar. * Daddy woke me up from a sound sleep by spanking my hip. His cock was buried deep between my fat ass cheeks. He says that's his favorite way to sleep. He had come in very late last night from work and cuddled...