Chapter 8: The Registration The next day as Ginny lay locked in the machine she felt the attachment swing round and stop just short. A thin jet of oil squirted from its tip and coated her cunt lips. She felt the tickling impact of the oil land just below her back entrance, some of it splashing onto that tight opening. She instinctively cinched her muscles t...
'Since when have you owned a kilt?' I asked, eyeing Ethan's choice of clothing. 'Not until recently,' he said, taking a sip of tea as he sat at our kitchen table. 'But I feel they're making a comeback. I'll be a trend setter.' I eyed him suspiciously. 'Is your family even Scottish?' He let out a low whistle. 'I'm sure if you go back far enough in my famil...
As months passed, Kyle got more and more used to his life on the farm. And it was a good life, too - fuck sexy hucows, milk sexy hucows, with some chores and manual labor mixed in. About three months from when he had his first injections, the doctor pronounced him a complete success - he was now as strong a bull as any on the farm. Indeed, he was a far cry f...
John read the draft of the Tel Staw Constitution, and noticed that its first article was so drafted: "The Tel Staw legal system complies with the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, therefore the Core Universal Human Rights Instruments, together with all their Optional Protocols signed so far, are immediately enforceable here. These Instruments are an i...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
We spent our first evening at the Farm getting to know the other guests. Alex and Robin had chosen the company well; in addition to our mutual interest in certain erotic pursuits, we were all well matched in terms of good humor and conversation. We had all dressed for dinner, meaning that we women were all showing off our particular charms. Jack had chosen a...
Far beyond the bright lights and tall towers of the city, stands Fucksalott Farm, where most of the animals walk on two legs, and they fuck all day long. A place as idyllic as it is interesting, the farm is home to only animals, as is the rest of the world now. Sebastian is technically in charge, and keeps the place safe, the sheep beg for his cock whenever...
Percy sighed with relief as he saw a fence. He picked up his feet, praying to whatever gods were listening there was more to the place than just a fence. He gasped when he saw a barn, and a small cabin that chugged smoke from the chimney. Praise the high kingdom, people! And maybe they were nice! Percy reached the fence, and almost tore it off the hinges...
I'd come to town for a second cousin's wedding. The event had been much what one would expect of a country wedding; there was a church, a priest pontificating about the sanctity of marriage, and a lot of free beer. There was fuck all accommodation nearby, so my friend Ryan and I had agreed to split a twin share room in a local motel. He was living and work...
Author's Note: This is a slow burn romance. There is a good amount of heat, but it's not until about midway through the story. When it comes to the dialogue, you'll see a lot of words that are deliberately misspelled and some speech that isn't grammatically correct. This is my way of representing the regional dialect of the main character's hometown in south...