I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...
Some chapters don't end, they just get published. And so it is here. If I can keep the characters dancing to my tune, this story will end soon. It's a big if. Prize is acting up again and pulling things away from the big plan. I gave up trying to quiet him. He has a story to tell, and if he doesn't get it out, he haunts me. Sandi Afterwards and Before...
For fifteen years after the end of World War II, the British government retained conscription. Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the s...
Thank you for following Ryan from the Judge Ordered Slavery story to the Farm Boi series. This started as a series that had some of my own life experiences. We are way beyond that now. I don't know about other writers, but when I start something I have an idea...and then sometimes those characters come alive inside of my mind and take over the story. I becom...
The Adventures of Urlen – Chapter 7 He was a year older than me but seemed far more mature. When Thierry was captain of the rugby team he was the blind-side wing-forward and his solid play was sometimes overlooked on account of Thierry's open-side brilliance. Moreover in the changing rooms and showers he was one of the shy ones, wrapping himself tightly in...
"We shall say nothing of this." "No, I shan't," I murmured as I panted. I didn't think I could count on the tall black man with the slender body, big hands, big feet, and the long cock to stay silent among his peers about what he could get from an English youth, someone from the white farm owner's family. But that was not my problem. Gashirai, the gardener...
I had no comprehension of the time this abuse lasted. I didn't even try to take it or manage it, or do anything, I just lay there. My two mechanical Masters reamed my throat and pussy simultaneously so that both the ends of the two cocks wouldn't have been more than a few inches apart at the end of their in stroke. If I'd been aware of the situation I woul...
*Actually I got this idea from a story that I recently read. It was so hot that I thought to create my own version of it. I hope you like it! * Hello guys my name is Tommy I don't really know what's my last name at all. After being raised in a orphanage the Nuns didn't say a word about my parents, they just told us that we were gift from God and we were s...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Winter snarled bitterly at the stable yard, fros...
Many years back I bought a share in a food truck, I traveled to all the fairs anything that was going on I was there. I was looking forward to a rodeo that was coming to our city, watching the guys riding was fun to see. I got there a couple days before the start of the entire show, I had a great spot just outside where the riding would be happening. I caugh...