Marie Ross
Bio
Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington.
Stories (60/0)
Spring Break Play
Day Three Stan woke the next morning with his baby girl curled up with her back to his side. He stared at her for a time just enjoying the rise and fall of her breathing and the little sounds she made in her sleep. Sighing a little he gently got out of bed so he wouldn’t disturb her, stretching a little he walked into the bathroom to get dress. He dressed in a pair of loose khakis and a smokey gray polo shirt, foregoing socks and shoes for the time being. He then headed into the small kitchenette to making himself some coffee. While the coffee brewed, he went and got the paper that the hotel put by the door every morning and settling at the table with his coffee he began to read.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Night Owls
Night owls Dara laughed playfully as she danced out of the house spinning in circles as she continued down the path. Daddy had surprised her with a trip to the country. The house was a quaint little cottage that had an English style garden behind it, with paths that led to a large pasture, and an old red barn. Today they had gone into town for breakfast, and then had wondered the shops and farmer’s market. And tonight, he had made a fabulous romantic dinner for the two of them with candlelight and the flowers that they had gotten at the market. Now she wanted to go for a walk around the property in the moon light.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Following The Owl
Following the Owl Rowan woke in the night to the sound of a barn owl’s cry, turning her head she watched out the glass French doors of her room to see the magnificent animal land on the railing of her terrace and stared at her through wide eyes. Climbing out of bed Rowan pulled a sweater over her tank top and shorts before opening the doors. Walking out slowly she approached the bird, reaching a hand out to brush the back of her fingers over its snowy white breast. It gave a soft hoot before spreading its wings to take flight. Rowan saw it look back down at her as it circled once as if saying fallow me. Taking a breath, she headed down the stairs to fallow the owl into the woods.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Picnic With Daddy
Picnic With Daddy Dara smiled lifting her face to the sun as Daddy stroked a hand down her arm. Kissing her temple, he left her leaning against a tree as he went over to the table in the clearing. He smiled at her as he set the basket on the table taking the blanket off the top, padding the bench with it. Crocking his finger at her he silently called her over to him.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Three Month Evaluation
Three Month Evaluation “Miss Simons would you please come in here.” Jane closed her eyes and slowly put her purse back into the drawer of her desk. She had been on staff for three months now and she had known that her evaluation was coming up, but she hadn’t thought she had been doing a bad job. So reluctantly she walked into her boss’s office with her head held high. Standing just inside the doorway she waited for her fate to be decided.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Birthday Wish
Birthday Wish Dara walked into as empty house wondering where he was, she didn’t really care or make a big deal about her birthday, but she thought that they would at least go to dinner, or he would at least be home. She made her way into the kitchen and found a set of battery powered candles lit sitting next to a bottle of wine a glass, and a note.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Photo Shoot
Photo Shoot Dara was tucked under Daddy’s arm as they entered the building, with her heart racing in anticipation and fear. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but what would happen? What would Daddy think, or the others in the room for that matter. It didn’t help that Daddy had set it all up without really telling her anything. He had picked out the lingerie that she had on under her dress, and he also had a bag of things over his other shoulder, but he wouldn’t tell her what was in it. When they got to the studio she just stopped and stared. There were several different scenes set up in the large warehouse like room, and her eyes tracked over all of them trying to absorb it all. Daddy smiled down at her, leading her over to the make-up area.
By Marie Ross2 years ago in Filthy
Spring Break Play
Friday Night she entered the house at three thirty on Friday afternoon, and what a long week it had been. Ha a long week, try a long day. This was the Friday before spring break and the kids had been not so subtle in their joy of that thought. But now Dara had a whole week off to relax and recharge, and Daddy to help with some of that. Placing her purse on the floor by the entry table she headed up stairs to change thinking of giving Daddy a surprise when he got home, but as she entered the bedroom, she found a surprise of her own.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Epilogue Six years later Marcus stood on the balcony overlooking the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean a drink in his hand, with a large pool off to his right. Turning his head now he looked across that pool to where Bridgett lay naked stretched out asleep on a chase lounge set up in the shade, one arm draped across her toned middle. Her golden skin an even darker dusky shade looking more bronze than gold, he loved running his hands over its heated flesh watching her eyes go wide and haze over with desire as he kneaded her breasts before pinching and tweaking her peeked nipples or worked his finger slowly through her slippery wet folds that pulsed and gripped at him begging for more. He sipped at his drink continuing to stare at Bridgett when he heard the subtle clearing of a throat behind him.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Seventeen When Marcus came back, he lay there taking stock of how his body felt, had it been hours or days since he had carried them all out of the manor. He blinked twice and slowly turned his head at the sound he heard, and he saw Bridgett there holding Grace’s lifeless body in her arms rocking gently as she cried. He gingerly rolled to his side and to his knees crawling over to her. He wrapped his arms around the both of them he cried with her for the loss of their precious little pet.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy