"When the desert tried to reclaim itself, she pushed back—heat too intense to intrude, truth too fierce to hide."
I grinned to myself, watching her stretched against the stupid restraints, head hanging, tits still catching the tremor still riding her body, twitching here, pulling there. Her breath, begging over her almost ruin.What do you call a ruined ruin?I think...
"Ashley joins a motorcycle club to meet new people and takes them for a ride they’ll never forget."
“Hi. My name is Ashley,” I said with a ring of bouncy enthusiasm. “Where do I sign up?”“I’m Trix. Aren’t you a pretty blonde thing?” the slender brunette in her mid-thirties said, leaning against a motorcycle outside the suburban Phoenix...
I found her curled beneath a creosote bush, three miles out, where no one ever goes.Her parched lips mouthed "I knew you'd come."I nursed her in my shelter, beneath the red stone cliff. Water first, in tiny sips, then slowly...
Laid out across the sun rock, my body embraces its swell, the wind-scoured surface a million points of heat against my skin.I hear the soft hiss of arrival, feel the air tickle across my skin. Eyes closed, I see her...
The sky stretched around them in a sheet of black midnight, the dim light from the half moon casting dull shadows that stretched longer as the hours passed. Rhia had been monitoring the hours by watching a cactus a few...
In the first quarter of the dawn, when the orange disk of the sun was only half visible, a soldier from the northern contingent of the army came with urgent news. He had been riding all night, because of the...
"The trip from Dallas to El Paso is a long one- 12 hours and maybe a bit longer with a side trip"
The drive between Monahans and Pecos, Texas is a desolate one with ne’er a stop, except an old 1950’s style motel with a blinking “no vacancy” sign hanging out in front of it on a pole. Motels in these parts...
The Black Keys thunder from pulsating speakers as Rex scorches us across a parched stretch of desolation. Madness glints in his eyes as he ups the volume and floors the accelerator, pushing the jittery needle past eighty-eight. The engine spits...
Jesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday...
"Stop at a gas station becomes a once in a lifetime encounter."
It had been about eight hours since I had stopped to take a piss and needless to say, nature called. I was about halfway through New Mexico on my way to Amarillo for business. I was a long way from...
