The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backw...
You woke up to your alarm. It was farm day. You looked at the clock, it's bold red numbers read 5:30 am. This was early for you. Rolling out of bed you thought to yourself how much you missed sleeping in as a concept. Unfortunately for you your breasts would always stir you up by about 7:30. Snooze any later and you had to deal with the painful consequences...
This is the third and final chapter of this story. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. * My life has done a complete turn around. Our farm business has been growing. My grandfather and I have thought of expanding. He told me that I was doing such a good job t...
You are a small farmer. Nothing special but you love your job. You have liked to get up early as a child. Your parents have slowly guided you towards it. You first learned to plant different crops and later how to milk the cows and minotaurs. You already knew how to give first aid to a monster before you graduated as a farmer. The werewolves that guarded the...
Chapter 05: The Fight Stephanie Mitchell was pissed. No two ways about it. "So, basically what you're saying is, you don't trust me." She put her fork down on the table and crossed her arms. Jerry struggled with his patience. They'd been talking about it for 30 minutes and he had been unable to get through to her. He'd expected this conversation to happe...
Scripts from the Great Library of Nycene: From "Tales of Forbidden Magic": Among the blackest of dark arts is the drawing forth of entities from an unknown and unexplored world that is, through great exertion of power, accessible from our own plane of existence. These beings are known as the Summoned, and were instrumental in the near defeat Nycene's forc...
Carorna took up the call, "Let the ceremony continue." This was the time when the two hundred male worshippers could choose of the three hundred Priestesses, including the Attendants, a woman to take the part for them of the Goddess and the ceremony would broaden to include most of the worshippers. The four male Priests whose duty to guard the Giver was fini...
NOTES FROM THE OLD MAN This story continues and reviews where I left off in lower Michigan at the membership campground with the small nudist park deep in the woods. This is mostly about Granny and Pappy, the old couple. We led a simple yet sometimes kinky life and learned many things along the way. This is a mixture of things we learned about camping, o...
All characters are over eighteen. Thank you for reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mmmmm," she sighed, her arms around my neck. I was nibbling her collarbone, wondering if now was the time to head south. She had nice tits, and I really wanted to touch them. Kiss them... suck them... Oh, hell, as a reluctant virgin, I'd settle for anything...
Despite his short stature, or perhaps because of it, Barada was a fearless warrior, unequalled in hand-to-hand combat and terrifying to behold in the heat of battle. He was the youngest man in the clan to captain his own ship, and even before his thirtieth year he was rich from the spoils of plunder. And yet, he was regarded with pity, and whispered mocker...