Sometimes a great encounter becomes something more. Sometimes a mere passing becomes the chance encounter that changes your life. Sometimes, the Love of your life sneaks up on you, waiting for you to turn around and capture Her in her own turn. The two of you, in a somewhat awkward moment, ignore the pulse pounding in your ears and respond to one another wit...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It's early when the alarm goes off. I quickly turn off the alarm before it wakes you. You are asleep in my arms. Your head resting on my shoulder. A hand on my other shoulder. Legs entwined in mine. You look beautiful and peaceful. For me this is heaven on earth. I'd like to just stay here, holding you. That's not the plan for the day, however. I kiss yo...
James Shaffer's Golden Eagle touring sedans were made to last—on the macadam roads of the midwest. They were really challenged by the mud and gravel paths those in Wyoming in 1918 called highways. The sedan Pete, Ada, and little Hugh were traveling in veered off the side of the road and down a shallow embankment and broke an axle not more than fifty miles sh...
The intense sun reflected from the white of the tent would have blinded me except for the sunglasses. Stepping out of the car I was struck by the contrasting colors; the rust red cliffs surrounding the valley, the green of the pasture offsetting the brown of the sage brush laden hills in between, the pure white of the tent and pasture fence, the off white of...
Another tale from deep in my demented mind. As usual there are no descriptive sex scenes but there are some violent situations. Comments, critiques, and/or emails are both welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my work and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** The cool autumn wind fled from the storm building on the west side of the valley. It w...
It was late when I got home. I had finished my last trip down the Middle Fork of the Salmon earlier in the day and I was tired. The summer floating season had been great. I guided six trips during the summer. Like always, I had the pleasure of introducing this national treasure to people from all over the world. The guide crew was an excellent mix of young p...
Another tale of the "wild west" and the characters that lived in that exciting time. Life was simpler then; a time of stark contrast, a world of black and white. But there were a few gray areas. This is a story of one of the men who lived in that world between black and white, between good and bad, and between the law and the outlaw. Constructive comments...
In this part, Jason and Shavonda spend their vacation in West Virginia with Jason's family, centered around Grandma's birthday party and a trip to see the legendary wild ponies on Mount Rogers. The morning after the reunion, I awoke in our tent, snuggled against Shavonda's naked body. I was hard, morning wood with the added stimulation of being nestled in b...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...