Having driven all night to get to the family farm, Shavonda was soon fast asleep while I, having slept during the long drive down, was wide awake. In the darkness I gazed at the dark, naked form beside me. I ran my hands over her body. God, I wanted her right now, I wanted to be inside her, to feel her body squeeze around me as I gently thrust into her, Inst...
The Beautiful and Strong Ladies of Promise Valley The First 100 years The great Canadian Shield was and is an unlikely place to find utopia. The shield is eight million square kilometers that make up central and eastern Canada. The rocks are pre-Cambrian, among the oldest on earth, more than four billion years old. In the northern tundra regions the shield...
Marie looked at her frame in the mirror, still surprisingly pleased at the image of the sexy woman staring back at her, and adjusted her impressive tits so that they protruded just a bit more from the top of her revealing blouse. Forty-four years old last week, a young widow less than fifteen months ago after she returned home from work as an administrator a...
Previously on "Come As You Are" - Four lifelong friends reunite for their ten-year high school reunion -- professional chef Brenda Lattimore, celebrity video game streamer Sadie Green (nee Bedford), recently engaged ski instructor Michelle Min, and local business owner Collette Hansen. Over drinks and dinner the night before the reunion, the girls discover t...
"So yuh heard about this girl her name is Maxine Her beauty's like a bunch of rose An' if I ever tell you bout Maxine You would a say I don't know what I know (but) Murder she wrote Murder she wrote Murder she wrote (Na nana) Murder she wrote . . . " With Chaka Demus blaring from the speakers the walls seemed to dance with a vibration all their own. The h...
Thunder boomed through the air. The rain had been non-stop for days, and now it was at its worst. Alexandra's clothes were completely soaked, but her long brown hair was in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in her face. Her tank top and shorts clung to her olive skin. Her deep brown eyes surveyed the landscape. At least the summer air meant she wasn't chilled b...
"More wine, Ginnie?" Lawrence asked in a "maybe you've had enough" tone. "Yes, please," I answered, turning my gaze back to the last of the lingering sunset behind the Allegheny Mountains on the other side of the Shenandoah Valley. I was a bit amused at what must be a conundrum for him—wondering if I'd had too much to walk a straight line but enough to make...
"You'll have to help me some with this. I think I can make you come with just my mouth," Mel says in that tone. "But I'll need your hands." She reaches in the saddlebags for water then turns to tongue-touch my tongue. "Mel," I put my forehead on hers, "is this going to be nasty?" "Of course, silly," that voice, that voice. Jesus. "Now listen," she goes o...
From my mountaintop aerie, the view of the valley is breathtaking. Stretching before me for miles, the glacier, which cuts it's swatch out of these mountains, leads up to the rocky outcropping that hides the opening in the rock from prying eyes. All these long centuries, the cavernous prison within this mountain has served as haven for my kind. Driven by the...
I grew up in an isolated valley here in the West. Neighbors were few and far between. I attended a one room schoolhouse, and consequently, had few playmates. Our house was nestled between a 10,000 ft. mountain range to the south, rolling hills to the north, and a mire to the east. To the west, the valley fell away into a vast array of canyonlands. When I tu...