Lana Kilgore slid off her horse and led the graceful, black Arabian into the barn. Since she graduated from Harcroft Prep a month before, Lana had plenty of time to ride over the summer before heading off to college. With her parents in Europe, it was the perfect diversion during the day, and Lana loved to ride. She had begun horseback riding lessons when sh...
I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May and the horses would be dirty and wild. I realized that just catching the horses by myself was going to b...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Alison was a well educated eighteen year old virgin, always spoilt by her father and ignored most of the time by her mother and used to getting her own way, although inexperienced and naïve in sexual matters she had an increasing curiosity about sex. Despite her naivety and much to her delight she learned much more that year than how to ride horses well and...
Barry caught two more rides that day, almost reaching the Alabama-Tennessee border by nightfall. He found a small roadside motel and checked in for the night. He was pleased with his progress as well as the fuck he had had that afternoon. He was pretty tired and decided to turn in early so he could get an early start in the morning. The next morning, Barry...
"So fucking me with your cock seems to be completely out of the question." Anya said softly a little while later. Mr. Hughes had finished with her and she had come like crazy, her pussy pulsing with her hot gushing fluid as he twisted his fist and opened it and moved his fingers in crazy ways within her pussy. When he'd felt her fall down and out of positi...
The rest of my weekend in Bermuda was great, though my Master had no more dark surprises in store. He showed me the island and we made love all day Sunday. It was great to experience sex that was intimate and warm; sex that wasn't spliced with fear, condescension or pomp. Bob just gave me deep sensuous loving that carried me all the way home. The sex I'd exp...
Chapter 10 -- Last Call "A lot of people wonder what kind of mind it takes to end a life. They want to put a pretty bow on an ugly package so they can wrap their mind around the infinite ways they're different and somehow better, never realizing that the sad truth is that it's us and the gods who put these values to life. I'm not the only one who's watch...
I hear a snap. I open my eyes. Dizziness, the taste of cum on my breath, desperation, panic. I'm kneeling in a dark room. Pitch black, I can't see a thing. I can feel that I'm still wearing the corset, the wig, the skirt, all of it. My hands are folded neatly in my lap. I try to move them. I fail. Obviously. Whoever this crazy woman is, she has me entirely...
"Gentlemen, thank you for coming." The man speaking was referred to as "Mr. Secretary". Technically his title was "Secretary of Entertainment" at a club called "The Hunt Club". The Hunt Club is an exclusive club for very rich and powerful men. There are no women members, although women are very much a part of the festivities. The Hunt Club, sometimes the m...