It was many years ago as I recall, when I was in college, and needed money for those ever present college expenses, when I saw an add in a local underground paper, looking for subjects to take part in fertility studies. The money they were paying if accepted into the study seemed too good to be true, especially in my present state of poverty. I decided to...
Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college sophomore working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first six parts of "Prize Bull," she seduced and trained Travis, 19 years...
'Good morning everyone and thank you for coming today,' Dr Woodburn's voice boomed out over the speakers to the room. 'Our presentation will be beginning soon, so please, if you haven't already, find a seat.' I stood waiting in the side room, listening to the room full of students bustle about as they found a seat. Dr Woodburn had worked with the dairy f...
Mary was waiting when John reached the markets. She pointed down an alley to three men drinking coffee. "Some cadres are waiting for you," she whispered, "what have you done?" He looked at Mary she was a tough old fighter. She had changed dramatically since he started to help her daughter and her friends. She used to be his greatest critic. Now if any one s...
It was a hot Sunday morning in August and I was making my annual visit to the Benton Country Fair, in Central Minnesota. Many of us go once a year just to look, and maybe play, but to the farm families in Central Minnesota, it is a chance to show off their best offerings of dairy and beef cattle, goats, sheep, pigs, rabbits and fowl. Some pay very close atte...
Author's note: Welcome back to my story, y'all! First of all, thank you so much for the lovely reception on my first chapter. I'll admit to have been biting my nails with anxiety as Romance is a completely new category for me. I love romance and have been reading it forever, but as a writer, I've been focused on edgier, more hard-core categories if you w...
It happened almost two years ago, the kind of thing you don't forget. In fact, I can jack off just thinking about it. Yea, no kiddin, well, it happened like this.... I found an ad in the university, alternative, newspaper, stating that a Professor doing research, would pay men, ages eighteen to forty for semen samples, the more samples you can provide in a...
The blood was pounding in my ears as I gently closed the car door. It all seemed so unreal, so calm. The heat of the midday sun had brought the meadow drowsily to life; bees were droning, butterflies were fluttering about, and somewhere in the distance I could hear the hum of farm machinery. I groped in the pocket of my jeans for the folded piece of paper. I...
Nancy Swanson had a peculiar feeling nag at her all morning. In some moments it lessened. And in others, such as when she set out three glasses of cold milk for her family, it grew stronger. Initially, she thought the feeling was a strong sense of déjà vu, but as the morning rolled along, that no longer seemed accurate. Nancy didn't think she was experiencin...
Ch. 05 A new hucow is bred * 'I'll be out this afternoon, Jim. Charlie needs me to make a special farm inspecting. They produce milk, and need a hygiene certificate,' Doris explained, sounding full of self-importance. When the door was pulled behind her, the team gave a collective sigh of relief. The boss, Charlie, had done them a favour by getting her o...