Everyone said Jim Woodset was a nice guy. He was generally acknowledged to be a sensitive, caring human being; kind to animals and fair in his dealings with others. Some thought it strange that a young man, so fit and healthy, should live out here in the wilderness of Alaska so far from the fun, parties, drinking and women with no company with nothing but the wild animals of the forest.He had come to this outpost nearly ten years ago, a young man just barely out of his teens and found work on a highway maintenance crew; then, when the winter season set in and he had lost his summer job, he'd stayed on and earned a meager existence doing odd jobs. After that first winter, Jim was accepted as a member of the community.Since Jim was easily the most robust and handsomest man in the little community, most of the local women's heads were turned at one time or another. For many he was a challenge. Several of the women in the small community had entertained daydreams of some illicit liaison
She had come to Jim's house earlier, hoping that something like this would develop, although she'd had no clear plan of things were working out well. When she asked Jim to share his bed with her, she had fought her embarrassment and added, "we don't have to do anything, just cuddle up" to save her self respect if he had refused.Actually, she had hoped that he would make his move on her then and was disappointed when he didn't. As she lay in the warmth under the big comforter with Jim adoring and praising her and softly caressing her body all over, she thought about what was happening. Jim was good, and she was more aroused than ever before.Slowly, she tried to push back her feelings of guilt and allowed herself to fully enjoy the event. "God, I'm hot!" she thought. As he moved slightly over her to plant his lips on hers, Jim began to feel the good feelings that had eluded him since the death of his wife. He kissed Maddie on the lips, softly at first; then with increasing passion, an
The waters on the lake were a brilliant deep blue with just a slight ripple over the surface and black at the portions of the shore shaded by the big green pine and fir trees. Overhead and connected to the lake and forest was the azure sky with just a few white cirrus clouds scattered about. It was calm except for an occasional breeze that stirred the ripple on the lake.The silence was broken only by the sounds of the breeze in the trees and far off birdcalls. Occasionally, a branch breaking could be heard. The only evidence of humans ever having been there was the small campsite where David Swenson's campfire burned brightly in preparation for preparing his dinner. The two flattened logs, adjacent to the fire, made for a solid work table and his small bivy shelter with a bed of pine boughs close by completed his camp.It was a good camp, comfortable and efficient, and David, who had been coming here for several years, considered it well worth the two days of canoeing required to get
It was the middle of Lily's freshman year of high school, and she had just moved into a new neighborhood when she met a kind, tall guy named Joe. A year and a half older and a sophomore, he was tall for his age, and he towered over her by a foot. They met at the bus stop as Joe lived down the street from her, and she had caught his eye immediately with her long, light, blonde hair, and bright red lipstick.Lily was a beautiful girl and carried herself with an air of sophistication and playfulness. Her clothing for high school was tasteful and yet quite sensual as it accentuated her supple breasts and rounded hips. Many guys pursued her during high school, and it was no secret that she was considered by many to be one of the more attractive girls in school. She was a good student, loved acting in the theatre, and had a witty, goofball sense of humor with no problem acting the fool to get a laugh.Lily was popular and appeared confident to many, but underneath she struggled with self-es
Barb Clenendon was scared, more frightened than she'd ever been in her life. She sat alone in her car in a small mountain community where she was unknown - or hoped to remain that way anyway. Her eyes watched for any sign of unusual activity that might indicate evidence of someone wishing to do her harm. It was cold, and one might reasonably expect snow at any time as Barb sat in her unheated auto.She was tired; the last few hours had been taxing, and she needed sleep. Of course, she could not allow herself the pleasure or someone that might hurt her take her by surprise. She was hungry; yet, she dare not seek food in a public place lest she is recognized.She thought of the hell in which she was living as she sat. Disliked by her family and friends for a murder she didn't commit, hunted by the police for the murder of her husband, which she didn't do and sought by others who might kill her, clients of her lawyer husband, unsavory men who functioned as an organization outside the law
"Miss Winter, may I escort you further?" his voice was commanding, but she had become used to hearing the softer tone he used when speaking her name."Lord Northing, I couldn't possibly trouble you," she blushed."It would be an honour. There's a storm blowing across the valley; I feel it my duty to make sure you arrive safely to your destination." He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand.They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered.Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.They made a very attractive cou
The day had turned out to be a cooler one than the previous thanks to the rain showers. That meant there were extra chores in the barn that didn't get done the day before, so they had to be done today.Jack went on his way, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, thinking it sure would be nice to have a change of pace just once. He only had a couple of horses, a milking cow, and chickens. Maybe one day, he'd purchase more, but right now, this was about all he could find time for since he already had another job downtown.The farm was the beginning of a dream he always had wanted, and he was well on his way into it, but not quite enough to jump in full force. As he moved toward the back of the barn, something caught his eye in the upper hayloft, but he didn't pay much attention. The neighbors' cats liked to stroll through every now and again, so he just assumed it was that. He sure didn't mind their cats in here; they kept the mice at bay and out of his house.After feeding the fir
It came as a sudden surprise to me when my wife, Elie, whom I love dearly, came to me and said, "Gabe, I need to tell you something. I'll be going away for the weekend with some of my coworkers over the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. There's this guy, Jack Turley, that I fancy, and we've been flirting a bit. I'll be back on Monday, and we can spend a cozy evening together."The words stunned me like a sledgehammer blow, and I reeled in confusion as my mind struggled to comprehend what I'd heard. With those words, our marriage was severely impacted. "Are you saying that you want an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we choose and come back home to be married again? Is that what you want? I don't want you to go with him! I'm begging you not to do it, and I'm asking you not to go on this weekend that you've planned."I replied."Oh, don't worry, I'll be back on Monday, and nothing will have changed. I'll make it up to you then. Live with it," she replied nonchalantly."I suppose that what you