Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington she enjoys hanging out with friends, reading, and dancing.
Under A Pear Tree
Carrie was leaning back against the pear tree, tears drying on her cheeks when she first saw him. He was leading a horse around the orchid. When he walked by her he dripped his head in greeting then stopped.
In The Snow
Drew sat in the limo waiting for Abby to come out, scrolling through the pictures she had sent him over the last few months. After that first night they had started seeing each other regularly for the months she was home on summer break, and when she went back to school in the fall, they had continued through phone calls and the computer. And of course, the text messages with teasing pictures. The bratty pictures of her tits with her pinching her nipples, the one of her spreading her ass cheeks to show him the plug she had worn to class that day. Then there were the videos, ones of her finger fucking her pussy showing him her dripping fingers or of her using a dildo or vibrator making herself moan and scream so sweetly. But the timing of when she sent them, usually in the middle of a meeting with a client or the board of his company. Her brattyness had kept him hard, and they always made their phone calls that much dirtier. Then there were the handful of weekends he had traveled to spend time with her, two days of just them locked in the hotel room. And now they had three days together in a snowy cabin, she was home for Christmas break, but her father wasn’t, So Drew was taking her on a little trip. Smiling at what he had planned he put his phone away when the door opened.
After The Party
Drew sat slumped in his leather wingback chair staring into the roaring fire. His dress shirt was open halfway down his chest, and a glass of scotch in one hand. The only other light was the green glow from the tiffany lamp on his desk. Watching the dancing flames, he thought back on the evening’s events.
In The Cottage
Carrie stood on the front steps watching her husband’s coach drive away. Smiling as it made its way down the lane through the twin pillars of brick. When it drove out of sight, she picked up her skirts and ran for the old barn, holding onto the hat pinned in her hair. Stopping outside the large open doors she took ten deep breaths calming herself before entering. Walking straight down the aisle to the tack room, and there he was. She stood in the doorway and watched him sitting there with his back to the door, he was soaping reins today. She watched as he slowly pulled the length of leather through the rag in his hand, and her belly clinched in need.
Terror In Gold
Rose walked up the stairs to her apartment with her arms full of reports that she needed to go over for that night. Work had been crazy this week, and the fact that she hadn’t been sleeping well didn’t help her nightly phone calls and random gifts were keeping her on edge either. And the polices didn’t seem to be able to do anything about it. Digging her keys out she shifted the load in her arms to unlock her door, then she just stopped and stared. In the place of her wreath that usually hung on her door was a bouquet of orange and russet marigolds, with shaking hands she opened the door dumping the things in her arms inside she slammed it shut. Relocking the door, she grabbed the flowers storming to her car. Racing to the station she tore through the building until she came to the desk of the detective on her case.
He knocked on the door at eight o’clock exactly with a package wrapped in brown paper and tied up with twine. He had the whole day planned, and he hope that she would have fun with it. Smiling when she opened the door with a large tote like bag over her shoulder, and a pair of sunglasses in her hand.
Dara walked into the manor. Knowing what it was about, but not really knowing what to expect. As she fallowed the butler down the hall, she tried to study the paintings on the walls. Each one depicting one or two women tied up with intricate knot work in the rope, and ornate masks hiding their faces, adding a layer of mystery. When she entered what looked like a great room out of a castle of old, she was greeted with about half a dozen women, some were lounging around, and some were tied with the same intricate knot work from the paintings in the hall and suspended from the ceiling. The women suspended were naked except for the carnival masks, and the others were in gossie fabric that reveled more then it concealed. She was taken to the front of the room where a man lounged naked on a throne like couch petting a naked woman whose head was bobbing up and down on his large cock.
Ella's Birthday Weekend
Ella was smiling when she walked into the house with her arms full of bags and flowers. It was her birthday today, and her coworkers had spoiled her on the half a day she was there. She had gotten several presents, and bouquets of flowers, and they had even had her favorite German chocolate cake as a treat. But when she entered the dining room to put her things on the table to be sorted, she stopped and laughed out loud when she saw what was there.