The new Sow settles in * * * The next morning saw me up and about before dawn and in the treatment room with my hands full. 22 was receiving the first massage on its teats for the day and after a somewhat sleepless night due to itching hair was catching 40 winks using my shoulder as a pillow. "Itchy hair," I had exclaimed in mock surprise. " That's hard...
First light sneaks under the drawn curtains and although filtered it still breaks the darkness of the room. You roll over and I feel you close behind me. With a brief kiss on my shoulder, you pronounce, "I'm still sleeping," in a semi- audible whisper. I'm sleepy too but, I enjoy the feel of your skin so close to mine, the breath against my neck and the evid...
This is just a short description of one of my fantasy situations. It is different than my stories, and in the first person. Hope you enjoy it. ******************* I lay on my stomach on the bed, bound gently to the four corners, a horseshoe pillow supporting my head comfortably while still allowing me to breathe. The room is warm, the light a soft glow of...
With the turn of the handle and a gentle push the door creaked as it opened. The room was dark with a little light coming in through the window on the opposite side. I could see him sitting in the corner as I slowly crept across the room. His face was truly masculine, with well carved features; his chest was bare, almost free of hair and very muscular. He sa...
He arrives home from a long day at the office. Tired and beat, he seeks a quiet evening with the wife. The children are on vacation with their grandparents. The highly sought after peace and tranquility was now being disturbed by a deadline from work. Each night romantic plans are pushed back, replaced with a warm meal and a soft pillow. Exiting the car he...
I had just one more lap to make the pass and make it stick. Without question, the pressure was on. If I could win this race, I would have enough points to win the championship, and I could "relax" for the rest of the season. Yet I still needed to fend off Montoya, who was bearing down on me rather quickly. I've got to win this one! As I rocketed past Pi...
The Palais de l'Industrie glimmered in the Paris sun with a persistent, pompous modernity. A crowd of people milled about the entrance to this temple of industry, wearing their Sunday best, eating nuts and ice creams, and chatting with each other about the exhibits they had seen inside. Margot walked through the crowd, a note clutched tightly in her hand, sc...
I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live on a far-away world called Bama. The seasons change based on the alignment of the moons and suns. Generally, there is a progression from cold to warm to cold to hot, and that repeats. Cold time is Winter, Hot time is Summer, Warm is Spring, and the transition to Cold is called Fal...
Glistening warm droplets of settled steam rest beautifully on her newly cleansed flesh fabric. With admiration, I absorb her splendorous image through my aroused vision. The desire to paint creamy messages onto her canvass gathers power to manifest. I become fueled by the inspiration of her divine shape. Words do not escape the watery confines of my salivati...
"You always say that just the sound of my voice always makes you wet." "Yes... that's true... Completely true..." she said, leaning forward into the table, she added, "probably more than you can imagine..." "Even now?" Still leaning forward, she glanced around the restaurant then softly and shyly answered, "Yes... even now... Sir." "Although, you have ne...