Marcey James
Bio
Stories from the depths of my soul. Shadows of past experiences? Maybe or perhaps I just have a very graphic imagination. You decide.
Stories (2/0)
Seeley Lake
SEELEY LAKE Teresa sat on the bearskin rug in front of the blazing fire, brushing her hair. She was encased in a big fluffy robe, long underwear, wool socks, and had a fleece blanket thrown across her lap but she was still cold. The air outside wasn’t below freezing but the inside of the cabin felt like a freezer. After she’d turned the furnace on and got a fire going in the fireplace, she’d changed out of her lighter clothes hoping to warm up.
By Marcey James2 years ago in Filthy
Cabo
CABO The sun appeared to be sinking into the ocean illuminating the sky with a symphony of colors mirrored in the darkening waters. Where only minutes before billowing white clouds surrounded the fiery orange orb, streaks of red, pink, and purple helped ease the transition from day to night. A mesmerized Teresa stood on the lanai of her suite at the beachside resort. The view was breathtaking and helped calm her nerves. She’d arrived first, settled into their room and then went outside to wait, not knowing if he would come or not.
By Marcey James2 years ago in Filthy
