ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS' COLONY CH. 4SisyphusI thought about the sexual adventure I was having with Angel, how wild, imaginative and honest it was. Role playing lets us be more uninhibited and explore places we might not otherwise go. I thought about how we played off of each other and got so fully into each other’s games. There was definitely chemistry between us and I found myself wanting to know her better and to take...

Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.” For some reason this fantasy of working...

Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.” For some reason this fantasy of working...

My Cleaning Girl Sisyphus When I saw the notice on the market bulletin board, “College Girl Cleans Houses-- Responsible, Thorough and Fast,” I impulsively wrote down the number. It’s surprising how an idea hits you. I live alone in a small cabin in the woods, but I’m always so busy on my writing projects and gardening that I don’t keep up with cleaning as well as I should. So when I saw the notice, I said, “Why not?” When...

MIDNIGHT SNACK Sisyphus My oldest friend, Frank and his wife, Marci invited me to spend the weekend with them at a house they rented for the summer on the Jersey shore. I've known Frank for over twenty-five years. He was teaching at the University of Pennsylvania while I taught English at a community college outside of Philadelphia. I was recently divorced and they thought it would be good for me to get away from the city...

TAKING THE FARMER’S WIFE Sisyphus It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s house hours ago, but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off. It was dark and I couldn’t make o...

"Alice there's a phone call for you!" yelled my mother from her study room downstairs. "I'll be right down," I yelled back. I was standing in front of my mirror admiring myself a skintight strapless emerald dress I had borrowed from my mother's closet. Sine I couldn't find my strapless bras, I had decided not to wear a bra at all. My hardened nipples were slightly visible, but I didn't care. I had been trying on dresses a...

This is the first story I've published. Hope you enjoy!I was only seventeen years old when we moved into our new house on Elm Street, Tennessee. I was 5"5, about 110 lbs, and I had jet black hair with emerald gray/green eyes. I had 36C sized breasts, which looked very big on my small frame. In my old town I'd had lots of friends and I'd kissed a little over a dozen boys, but I'd never gone past second base. When we moved,...

Leaning over the rail, trying to see more as the cowboy in the ring hog tied a calf, she smiled widely. Wearing short tight blue denim shorts, a pink and black plaid vest, and a white tank top, her toes sparkling in pink flip flops. Leaning over, I had a fantastic view. She was curvy !A little extra meaty, but curvy none-the-less. She was probably a few inches shorter than I, her black hair was in pigtails under her cowbo...

When I was just a little girl, I told everyone that I was going to marry a cowboy and live on a ranch in Texas when I grew up. I grew up and married a Connecticut Yankee but I still loved everything cowboy/cowgirl. I loved country music. I loved to go square dancing. I love to go horseback riding. I loved to go honky-tonking. With my Connecticut Yankee I never got to dress western, listen to country and western music, go...

                                                                                                     For the Cowgirls Iris was on her way home from work. It had been a long stressful day at the doctor’s office where she worked. One of the other girls had called in sick, and she was left to deal with all of the patients and paperwork by herself. She had to stay late just to catch up. On top of that, she was almost 2 hours...