Seasonal change, clocks spring forward, it is time for Order. A wild gale is brewing... He's her force of nature. Is it a forecast, or foreplay? She opened the screen door, padded barefoot out on to the wooden porch. A sudden gust of wind blew loose strands of hair around her face as she carried the heavy basket of wet laundry down three steps to the grass...
The whispering in her ear was certainly subliminal. On this warm moon lit night, maybe it was the breeze that pushed past the curtains of her open bedroom window that circled in her ear that seemed to form some eerie voice in her head. She was deep asleep and the soft silk of her red see through lingerie caressed her skin as she would roll into a new positio...
Note: this is the third chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters. There is quite a bit of character development that will hopefully make the story flow. Please vote. When they got to the ca...
Chapter Ten - Earth, Wind, Fire and Ice! It had been a very long night for Jennifer as she services every member of the "deck", from the Queen of Tits and King of Cocks down to the Jokers. Cum dripped from her large round breasts, as Jennifer moaned and staggered to her feet. Dawn was just breaking the sky and she looked around blearily to find she was back...
The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within. She steps gingerly over a pile of new-arrived debris. Hidden behind everyday sticks she finds a rounded piec...
The wind cooled as the sun began to set. It tangled Leda's hair, pushing her messy curls into her face as a warning. It would rain soon, she thought, digging into the sandy bottom of the creek with her hands. The horses wouldn't like it. She had managed to thatch the roof of the barn herself, but ever since the winter, muddy puddles would emerge from the gro...
The only thing more useless than a yacht is person who sails them. They go on and on about iron men in wooden boats, driving before the wind, but what happens when the wind dies? The iron men sit there, with all the manoeuvrability of a stick, waiting for someone smarter and an engine to come to their rescue. Some of them, of course, are prepared to sit ther...
"Grandpa, Grandpa! Look at the bird!" exclaimed little Tanya. Her grandfather, Michele or simply "Pa" to the children, cocked his head turning his black eyes skyward. Tanya looked upwards and marveled at the snow white hair and snowy white mustache of the world's most intelligent man - at least in this child's mind. "That's a falcon, Tanya. They're like haw...
Working on two things at once can be confusing, I decided to accept Jezz Az's challenge in the 750 Word Project, but I'd already accepted an invite to participate in Behind the Walls of Sleep, the Gothic Horror invitational set for the 17th of March. That should be a fun event, over 40 writers have committed to it, PapaToad among others, and all of them are...
That October day was cool and brisk.. As the leaves scraped along the cold dry pavement, voices billowed through her wind. It was 4 PM and daylight savings time had ensured a beautiful late afternoon. She had anticipated this atmosphere. This day belonged to her. Her plans to sneak away had been set in stone. Nothing could direct her attention from this...