Part One: The Farmer I've been watching you every day of the two months I've been working this land. I see you brush those long chestnut locks from your eyes as you hang out the laundry to dry. I know the look of frustration on your lovely face when the boss comes home and demands his supper, sneering at you like he was your overseer instead of your husba...
This is a story that is part reality and mostly fantasy, I hope that you enjoy it. * Not too long ago we were driving back after a visit with some friends a few hours drive away. As usual, to break up the monotony of driving, I was enjoying playing with my wife Sam's body while we were driving. She's gotten quite used to being partially nude while driving,...
It was late July, a hot sticky summer day the whole town was celebrating their annual "Watermelon Festival" a whole weekend devoted to the towns major crop and life Source as far as industry is concerned. They have watermelon eating contests, largest watermelon contest, and best watermelon wine tasting contest. Physical contests such as watermelon toss, and...
Be sure to hit "Start Game" to track your progress... *Skreeeech-Crash!* "Bee-woooop-woooop! Wheeooo-wheeooo-wheeooo---!" "What the Hell was THAT?" You ask yourself, though you have a sinking feeling you already know, and looking out the kitchen window of the enormous Victorian farmhouse you inherited from your estranged great-...
The crowing rooster as the sun creeps over the horizon brings a stir of life to Vickie. She feels the arms of her man wrapped around her and his hand cupping her breast. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing as she placed her hand on his, she thought how lucky she was to have a man that loved her so much and was willing to put up with her sexual desire...
PROLOGUE Saturday 2 October 2005, 1643hrs Harry Crabtree had just seen his beloved Villa go 2-3 behind in the 88th minute and was in dismay at the certainty that they would stay in the bottom three relegation area for the next fortnight. Then, he felt his Palm PDA vibrate to show he had received an email. Glancing at his mate Gary, who was using Harry's w...
The funny thing about space – beyond the asphyxiation and eyeball exploding and radiation – was how it took everything totally logical and threw it on its head. Most of my life was spent picturing space battles as being either sea battles or air battles, just with a prettier backdrop and force fields. Nope! Nada! Wrong! Also, technically, so was the eyebal...
Sten Erikson was a normal dairy farmer except for the fact that some of his "cows" were human. Stens farm was a legendary sex filled paradise until the government came and shut it down. Just how this strange human dairy farm could exist require some explanation and a look into its history. This story will focus on how the farm came to be, what the farm was...
This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
The young man looked at the smoldering ashes of his village from the safety of his perch on a nearby hill. A fairly plain looking individual, he wore a simple brown tunic and breeches, with down turned leather boots. He had a worn quality, his muscles toned, but not to the point of being massive. No. He was the standard village boy that lived in every town f...