The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the showe...
I sat on the edge of the stall in the pony barn eating one of the last apples that wouldn't be grown on the farm. Gary was rooting David something fierce. The cries were unacceptable. Gary had been on him for 20 minutes, the pain should have been quelled by David's own cunt juices and relaxation. It was obvious he was fighting it. "Just fucking stop." I ord...
"Hello? Is someone there?" Gabriel stood in front of the gate with a basket under his arm, clapping and shouting, but no one answered. In front of him, around thirty meters down a sloop, stood a wooden house with faded white paint, its size almost that of a cabin with a tall tree, almost double the height of the house, at the back, and its slide-up glass wi...
The first time I met Noah Redflower I'd assumed he was a volunteer. He sat on the front steps of the memorial prison hospice clinic, wrapped in a blanket despite the South Dakota afternoon heat. He was young, tan, with the typical long hair of a Lakota native. "I'm Marc," I said, holding out my hand. I had a black eye and a swollen cheek, part of the reason...
This chapter is not very sexual, however it will set up the next two chapters. Thank you for hanging out on the Farm with the house and pony bois! (Much of this chapter is related to "Judge Ordered Slavery Ch 4.") ***** "Welcome home Ryan, you have a slave to train. He's no longer a virgin, and I want you to fuck him...daily. The more cock he gets, the be...
After twelve years, I found out my (now ex) boyfriend had been cheating on me for months. This meant I had to start a new life. Through our individual attorneys we hashed out a plan: he would stay in the house, I would take the lake house and enough cash from our savings (most of which came from renting said lake house) and a year's worth income and start my...
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It's been years now since they vanished, but I still miss the Craigslist personals. Sure, they were filled with fakes, phonies and pic collectors. Even if you managed to hook up through one there was no guarantee that you'd actually have a good time. Once in a great while, though, answering an ad could lead to a unique, unforgettable encounter. The one I'm...
Tommy: Hey man! What are you doing? Mark: Just some improvements to my closet. T: Whoa, I didn't expect that from you! M: Really? You've seen me wearing those on a regular basis! T: But I thought you bought those already like that! M: Often, but I think it's lame and wasteful to dump good or slightly torn clothes, just to replace them with new pre-torn...
Lamont Breaux had expended years of study and much of his family's money in search of the wild dream based on murky myth that either would start to pay out tonight or he'd be stuck with this white elephant of an old, moldering plantation house on the Mississippi that would be worth nothing to anyone. He had kept his research and reasons for buying Fontnet's...