Chapter 1 Rodin Moon arrived in New Zealand from New York half a world away after two-day stopovers at LA and Honolulu, dispirited and disoriented. It was 5:30 am in a different time zone. Thank goodness, the officials at Auckland International Airport spoke English, at least a version of it, she thought, standing patiently. The 'aliens' like herself, mo...
Emily and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. I flipped impatiently through all the channels, finding nothing on as usual. "Oh wait," Emily said, grabbing my arm. "Turn back to channel 53." I flipped the TV back to channel 53 to some TV show about horses. "I love horses," Emily said. "I grew up in the country, and we used to go riding all the time. I h...
This is another departure from my normal type of story. I hope the readers will receive this tale as well as they did my prior story in this vein, The Trail West. As always, constructive comments, critiques, and emails are hoped for and appreciated. This story is loosely based and greatly inspired by the song Winterborn by the Cruxshadows. I'm not usually...
Chapter 1 Many people will have seen the following on TV a few times and wondered. When going on stage to accept a top music, film or literary award, the overwhelmed female recipient would thank her coach, banker, favourite cabbie, mom, producer, agent and anyone else she can squeeze out of her mind. Then as she turns away from the microphone, she'll grab...
Chapter 1 The semi-crippled owner of the 183,600-acre cattle spread, Matilda-Eyre Station, in nor-western South Australia, Ritchie Rogers, called for a meeting of all 22 employees at 11.30 am that day to hear about changes to the running of the huge station (ranch), that covered just over 287 square miles of principally semi-arid land. The mainly males arr...
As the saddle slipped sideways, I came down with a thump. Winded, all I heard was a tinkling laugh that shattered around me. Then there was a sound of footsteps as I lay on my back in the dust. I tilted my head back and saw a pair of khaki jodhpurs and the tantalizing crease just where the legs met. Then, as more came into view, there was a crisp white shirt...
...and that's why, here at Minos's Farms, we pride ourselves on our free-range livestock and hand milking. The adman hit the pause button, the smiling face of the kindly old man on the screen freezing mid gurney as they turned to face the far end of the conference desk. "So, thoughts?" He asked with only the slightest hint of nerves. Mark leaned back in...
I grew up in a small town in rural Connecticut. It was a fairly simple life long before technology permitted everything. There were endless days enjoying simple pleasures and having fun. My partner in 'crime' those days was the neighbor girl Karen. She was a year younger than I, so we grew up together, we were inseparable through school and for a brief time...
I wrote this short fantasy of mine inspired by the image "Horse Power" by Jay Naylor. I'd like to expand the story but it's a short offering until I finish the last chapter of a larger piece. This contains sadomasochism, dominance, furry anthro-on-human sex and a submissive rape fantasy. Be warned. I. It was my first day at the farm. I was staying here as...
It was a cool, grey Summer afternoon. Adeline had spent the day checking off items from the farm's 'To Do' list. In the stable, she spent her time scrubbing off dirt patches from Lark, one of the family mares. Adeline brushed one of the long, blond hairs that had strayed from her braid out of her eyes. Bailey was supposed to be back from his afternoon ride s...