Stables Stories

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson thanked her butler Parsons and checked her reflection in the mirror. She had been awaiting the arrival of her beautician and was eager to greet her. Wearing a smart beige skirt suit of polyester she looked business-like and stylish. The jacket had sleeves that were three-quarter length and had one large front button. Fully lined, the knee-length skirt was pencil-thin and accentuated her wide...

Returning from our honeymoon, we settled into married life. Charles commuted to his job in the City. I occupied my time with setting up home, going to the gym, meeting for lunch with girlfriends, and riding out from the livery yard where I kept my horse. Long rides across the rolling countryside were heaven. But as most female riders will tell you, the motion and the constant rub of the saddle is highly arousing. I freque...

The mist is rising off of the fields as we arrive at the stables, and the sun is just beginning to peek through the clouds. The air is humid and it's already getting sticky. Soon those extra layers you put on this morning may seem like a bad idea, but for now, you get on with you morning rounds, putting on the head collars and lead ropes and bringing the horses out of their stables.   You pass me a lead rope and I follow...

Rael still wasn’t sure he was making the right choice. He was torn between feeling he was abandoning his duty and honor, and the certainty that remaining here at the war camp meant it was only a matter of time before another assassination attempt came. He was no coward, to run from death. Yet at the same time, neither was he a fool. The unusual methods taken against him left him certain that he was dealing with no ordinar...