The morning sun shone through the thick canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the campsite as Stan puttered around the campsite. He was not able to focus on anything as he was anxiously passing the time until he could go on his afternoon hike. His imagination was running wild with what might happen today when he got to the lake. Would the girls really be there? Would they want to watch him cum again? Would something...

Stan's anticipation for this weekend camping trip had been building for months. The moment he arrived at his campsite, he eagerly set up his tent and supplies before setting off on a hike through the forest. As he walked, the cheerful chirping of birds and the satisfying crunch of leaves beneath his boots were the only sounds breaking the peaceful silence. Suddenly, Stan stopped in his tracks as he thought he heard the fa...

Luke crouched in the corner of the building, bullets whizzing past him. It was a trap; he knew it now. The cattle rustlers had lured the US Marshalls to this stinking town and laid a trap. He watched as his commanding officer was shot right between the eyes. He wasn’t yellow or anything, he didn’t have a death wish. He had run to the first bit of cover he could find. He checked his revolver once more, he had a few bullets...

The sun had warmed me into a cozy oblivion and I fell asleep in the grass. Flushed from exertion and naked under the sky. I didn’t hear the dusk birds begin their song, nor the crickets take out their fiddles to welcome the night. My dance in the arms of the rain wore me out to the bone and I slept. Only to rouse from the peaceful depths of sleep to a strange coolness on the night air and a white light piercing my eyelids...

The next day was all work, and Lerato was good at that too. She was all professional in her ranger uniform, and she was deeply knowledgeable about the drones and the experiments we were doing to train the AI in the field. It was a completely new approach, but she got it immediately and made some really good contributions towards creating the data set for phase one of the training. My PhD student, Isaac, was along. He was...

Ross Creek flowed quietly into a natural pool. The only sound was a steady murmur of water dropping over a slight rise, creating a miniature waterfall. A gentle breeze stirred the tree branches and vegetation around the creek. Jill dropped her pack and watched the waterfall. This was not her first visit to the placid scene, but it was her first in a long time. She glanced around, listening and watching for any sign that s...

July 16th 1720 To his most serene highness, Philip, Prince of Hesse-Darmstadt, Duke of Mantua. Excellency, it was with profound pleasure and the utmost delight that I took possession this morning of your fine cottage. The rustic beauty, drama and tranquility of this house and the extensive woods with which it is surrounded, will, I feel certain, inspire in me the composition of music of the most profound beauty; a fitting...

Ben loved being in nature. He had been hiking since he was a teenager. It started as afternoon hikes through the woods of his local park. Being in the great outdoors, the Sun coming through the leaves, the wind through the trees, and the sounds of humanity relegated to the background, was Ben's escape, his Heaven. As time went on, the sounds of traffic and other people, as muted as they were, still invaded his senses. He...