Greetings everyone, Wow... It's been about a year (I say that with this site in mind) since I began uploading my stories to you all. It's been an enjoyable journey thus far, I must say. In my view, I've grown as an adult writer since then. With that in mind, I decided to come back to my first long-term project, Fairweather Ranch. I do have it all planned o...
Ann knew she wouldn't catch-up leaning forward, and crouching low over the mares' neck, she whispered into its ear, begging for more speed. "Come on Girl!" she urged, breathing in time to the horses thundering hooves. It was four years since she and Bev had raced like this. Their childish competing, which had often been the cause for them fighting that end...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
Looking in through the window I was fill with rage and loathing. That stupid husband of my favorite pony Princess was having his way with her. I couldn't believe it when Princess left my pasture for him. Ran off and got herself hitched, not to a cart but married. Princess, my sweet filly whose pretty pussy gleamed as shiny as her mane, was now eating his coc...
[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
This is my third story on literotica and my shortest to date. It was inspired by a girl riding a horse at a carnival. You can already see where this is going. Please leave a comment to let me know what you think of this story down below. This has significantly less story compared to my other two. ~~~~~ "Ms. Steele, how does it feel to be the first person t...
Chapter One (September 1997) Angie stopped one step inside the Union Bar. It was Friday night, seven o'clock and already busier by far than she'd ever seen. Then again, she had only been at uni a week, and for Freshers' Week at that. Maybe this was the way ahead. Maybe this was how Friday nights would always be. Meaning bars jam-packed with students of a...
An overseer came up on his horse...we could see him coming from a distance, so I had time to order Julia to resume wearing the field work rags. He was surprised to see me, a member of the patrician family, out there and even helping with the work. He became deferential, but I also saw the quizzical look on his face. I easily slid back into the personalit...
Authors Note: Dear readers. I began this chapter last year and due to one thing and another, I have only just got around to finishing it off. So, to recap, in Ghost Writer chapter 3, our two main characters Janneke and Kachina, in an effort to complete their mission for Odin, fell into a gap between worlds, tumbling through time and space. We know that they...