Copyright© 2012 by Stultus Synopsis: In a grove near you, pagans and other Vermont towns folk are gathering to celebrate Samhain, the night when the veil between the living and the dead, between this world and others, is thin... and sometimes a passageway for ancient evils! Can one modern witch and a very confused local town sheriff put an end to a hundred...
English translation by Pimanko. Chapter 8 Stephanie's First Production The days passed at the Good Breast dairy. Stephanie, who had begun producing milk moved into the second phase, increasing production. Having recently succeeded in extracting a half-liter (about a pint) of milk, their objective was still to obtain three litres a day. For that, it was ne...
"I'll be so glad when they finish this roadwork...this is all going to be houses in a few years...Close your window, Pat...the dairy farm is coming up...Next time you come home, Mike, it'll be daylight savings time...won't it be nice to go swimming at Joyce and Woody's?...Do you want to spend the Fourth over there, or would you rather go to the block party...
Cold shivers consumed my body wave after wave as my eyes flickered open. I could feel a warming sensation under my back but it didn't seem to stop the coldness deep within my core. My skin was wet as though a layer of ice had been melted upon me. A few inches from my face was a white, almost clinical looking wall. Glancing down I could tell I was in some kin...
14. Taming Matombo The next morning, the new mares were surprised to see their breasts swollen and heavy. They were brought to the milking shed, where ten new machines had been installed. The mares lined up and waited for their turn to be milked, talking excitedly about the novelty. Almost seventy pints were extracted from their perky, turgid breasts. Lin...
Goddess By Lucifer Peters I saw her as a goddess in a summer dress, that summer by the lake. We swam beneath a platinum moon; plunging, naked through the cool dark void. Warm skin behind me, whispering, savoring the moment. Her breasts were like an electric shock as they crushed against my back, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind. I thought...
I had intended this to be a two or three part series, but as the characters developed, it seemed best to let the other two episodes take place in your minds. As written this story is foreplay for your mind. It is a story that will warm you up and usher you through the door. But from that point on, it is up to your imagination. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
Cindy had enjoyed growing up out in the country, her daddy being a dairy farmer. The only part about that life was that her dad had to be there at milking time twice a day, every day, and it was difficult to plan family outings that included him. Life out there was simple, quieter, and under the very watchful eyes of her very strict parents. Oh, she got out...
She stands looking out over the emptiness that surrounds the cabin. Mile upon mile of it, stretching off into the distance in all directions. But this is her home, the one she had made with her husband Isaac and which they share with her sons, the much-loved product of her twelve year union with the farmer from Minnesota who uprooted her for her comfortable...