The story continues from Katie's perspective: I was so wiped out from what had occurred Sunday that when Jackie and Tina left, I managed to push some of the hay she left for us into a small pile. I then crumpled on top of it, and felt into a deep sleep. For some reason I had dreams where I was a Pony, and Tina was brushing me down, taking extra special care...
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...
I let myself into her flat with my own key. No doubt she heard me, but nevertheless I crept into the spare bedroom, unslung my rucksack, and began to get undressed. This room is never as well-heated as the rest of the flat, and it was a chilly duty to stand there naked, laying my costume and accoutrements out on the bed. Not only were my nipples standing out...
That night, long as it was, saved my life. I realised what I had been doing, and while I could not stop it entirely, I could moderate it; the rest was bearable with the love and support of Ana. For complex reasons, I had felt that my existence depended on being useful, and of course, that had drawn me out of the depths of slavery to the heights of the Vice...
This story is set in Scotland and has taken me a while to write because I had other writing tasks to complete. I hope you like it and I may consider a spin off story later on with other characters. Ulrika stared at her reflection in the mirror as she puckered her lips. At the age of twenty five she was starting to look more and more like her mother. Granted...
She is exquisite. That’s all I could think about. Amy and I had known each other for a very short period of time. My husband and I had recently relocated, and we met up with Amy and her husband one-day while out riding. I rode a Honda 600 F4i and she rode a Suzuki GSX-R 750. We lived near the mountains and riding was great fun. I learned not to long after ge...
I woke up to a cool feeling on my face. My girlfriend had a wet washcloth and was cleaning her juices off of my face and hands. I marveled in the way her breasts moved as she gently wiped my face. She giggled as I ran my fingers across her nipples and down to her belly button. "I want you baby. My strap didn't get to play last time." I give her that look,...
Damn it wasn't even supposed to be like this. I mean we were friends, just friends. Good friends, like I'll hold you down through whatever, and be there when you need me type friends. But still here she came to me again tip-toeing from my reality into my dreams. The image of her danced around the edges of my imagination enticing me. She stood in the middle o...
I'm hanging out with my friend, James when there's a knock on the door. "Wonder who that is?" I go answer it and there stands Amber wearing this sexy black dress And from the looks of it nothing else. "Wow, Amber, you look HOT! It's been a long time." "You don't look so bad yourself. Yes, it has." By now James is off the couch and beside me checking out...
You ride a motorbike, but you drive a sidecar rig. I'd taken a long-cut, away from major highways and primary roads in California, to get to a nice place I knew of. I was about half-way there when things kinda got strange. I was about an hour outside of Barstow, California, on what was rapidly becoming a joke of a road. The guy at the service station had sa...