“All day long. Flea do this. Flea do that. Flea do this shit, flea take care of that shit. All day long Flea clean up shit. You know what I mean?” I said looking up at the horse. “No off course you don't. Your a horse. You have it easy. Carry junk from place to place for human then come home stay in nice barn all day with other horses. Flea alone. No other g...
For the people that went to college, you know that it can be the best time or the worst time of your life. You get an education and, like most collage kids, you get a lot more partying. Some make the decision to join a frat or sorority, which means a whole lot more partying. And for those people that have joined know that it comes with great amounts of cash...
Author's Note: Sorry the follow up has taken a while, enjoy! ***** Alain and Elizabeth crunched over tightly packed snow towards Oakenwood. They had left their family's farm after helping their father prepare for winter, and joined a merchant train travelling north from Bukhta. Their stores were laden with all manner of exotic spices, silks and trinkets fr...
"Well, I was jest mindin' me own business, walkin along ole Stotter Road and where the gate was there, and almost got run over by horses, a score or more!" We all looked at Evan, expectant as he doffed his coat and shook the cold from his arms. He was a keen story-teller and a tale from him was always a treat. "Do tell," I answered him, and the crowd around...
Tristan worked tirelessly for his knight and was not a penny richer for it. Sir Reginald was one of the most famous knights of his generation. Bards sang about how he slew countless demons and rescued countless princesses and other fair maidens. All the young gentry Tristan's age had dreamed about serving him as a squire, to meet him, to learn from him, and...
Book Store-ies 3: Horsing Around Knock off the horse-play. No, don't. The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic ficti...
I write for my own pleasure, and the subjects of the stories I write arouse me. They don't hit the button of arousal for every reader, but if this flips your switch, thereby elongating or moisturizing the target anatomy, I would love to hear from you. What's good and what's bad? Thanks. * * * * * My Mom always said there was a purpose for everything and th...
"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...
Brice, 19, had taken a summer job at an equestrian centre that mostly involved moving horse manure from stables to a heap and replacing it with clean bedding. The main attraction of the job was that it was situated within cycling distance of his parents' house. The 'owner' of the business was Erica, 23, who had a very high opinion of herself and a very lo...
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...