Alison headed off for her regular riding lesson with Jake on a sunny Saturday afternoon, she had waved her parents off last night on a planned visit to her brother, leaving her home alone she had eaten a leisurely light breakfast before embarking on the fifteen minute walk to the stables where she stabled her horse Jupiter. She had considered riding her bic...
Chapter 9 - The Grateful Slave Laying naked on her front on the bare mattress bed, Lena's hands and feet are tied by leather straps to the bed posts, preventing her to move. With the bullet vibrators in her pussy and asshole at a low setting, Lena is frustrated by the constant arousal and the lack of sleep for four days. Or was five days? It's been days si...
It was baking hot today. I wore a white tank top, with my favorite tan button-down shirt and jean shorts. I was on hay duty today. I'm one of the few women they'd put on hay duty, since I'm the strongest. Although it means I'll be outside today, at least I'll be with the customers. That was when they pulled up. In an old dodge pickup, in the front seat, was...
La Etoile 7:30 p.m. Wear something nice Kelly's heart raced as she read the little note for the umpteenth time. This was actually happening. About two months ago she had created a profile on a sugar dating site. Most who had contacted her were fake rich guys that couldn't have afforded to rent a nice car. Others still were rich but absolutely boring and 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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost. She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style...
Copyright © January 2018 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings a...
This is a story that I published years ago on another story repository, under a different pseudonym. Much of the backdrop is historically accurate, though the principal characters are my invention. The influence of Ellis Peters' Brother Cadfael stories is rather obvious. Note that the nun described below is *not* supposed to be the famous English mystic Juli...
My bum's still sore as I perch on the edge of the stool in Camilla's boathouse, my iPhone pressed to my ear. "It was so kind of you to invite us over," I hear Fiona imitating Camilla's polished tones. It's kind of muffled, the way Camilla's hidden the phone at her end but I can just about make out what they're saying. "Well it was the least I could do for...
Reflecting on my recent tryst has made shit smelling sex more convenient. Only a few hours drive away. A new dimension in fulfillment of sexual decadence. Evelyn added a shit loving partner. Nancy added a shitaholic indecency. Margaret has added convenience, almost instant gratification. My sex life, for an old dyke, has hit a trifecta. Not much to complain...