If you youngsters can stand one more tale from an old dried up hippy about his adventures in the sixties, I'll tell you one of mine. I guess technically you couldn't call me a hippy cause I had a job and I owned some property. Now some people wouldn't call growing marijuana a job but I did. When my grandpa died I was the only one left in our family, you kno...
I live on a farm; in fact I was born here as were several generations before me. Just because of the sizes of ours' and our neighbor's farms, we live out in the middle of nowhere. We see other people sometimes and go to town which is a couple of hours away, but our lives revolve around family since we spend most of the time together working the farm. As a yo...
During the next few weeks he got used to the workings of the farm. It wasn't all fucking day in and day out - far from it. There were other tasks to perform on Brighton Farms, tasks that required his enhanced strength and stamina. New tanks had to be installed, old ones maintained. Food came in daily from the farms surrounding Brighton (normal farms, without...
Another tale from deep in my demented mind. As usual there are no descriptive sex scenes but there are some violent situations. Comments, critiques, and/or emails are both welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my work and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** The cool autumn wind fled from the storm building on the west side of the valley. It w...
28. The snare Next morning, Ms. Hsin was taken to see the milking of the mares. There were ten machines, with sucking cups adapted to the female's breasts; a long tube collected the milk into a bucket. The serum for producing milk was injected on each female once a month; every morning, their tits were heavy, so that they accepted easily to be relieved. Thi...
Kirsten Dunst was about to star in a movie set on a farm. Her character would play the farmer's daughter and she felt she needed to know more about farming so her agent arranged for her to work on a farm in Colorado for a few weeks. She arrived on the farm of George Miller early one Monday morning and was ready for four weeks of work. During the first three...
Leanna was lost. She had been past this particular tree twice now. The reason she knew this was that she had set three stones beside it, just like she had been taught. Grandfather had tried to teach her. She just wasn't the best student. At twenty-three, she should be married with babies by now. Not running around the countryside, alone. It wasn't proper an...
The bus ride to the quiet little town had been long and hot and dusty, with little to look at by the way of scenery. Elsie had clutched her bag on the seat beside her and wondered if she was doing the right thing. To quit her job and cash out her savings to break her lease and move from the big city was a big change. But wasn't that what she needed? Change...
The Olsen 'family' Dairy farm had begun as a smallholding some two hundred years in the distant past. As time ground on most of the other local farms sold up to the ever growing big farming companies or vanished into housing development. The Olsen farm struggled on defiantly, slowly lagging further and further behind its competitors until the farm was only k...
Martha O'Braonain sat on a chair on the veranda of her farm. From there, she could see everything that was happening around her property. Martha Jones glimpsed something about a mile away and stood up. She was a tall, woman, easily six feet and somewhat heavyset, with long red hair and pale green eyes. Her skin, once bone-white, had been turned light bronze...