Cara and I first met as class mate recruits at Police Training College, both married but not to each other, we just sort of teamed up together on the first day. From Cara's point of view, being the only female on the course, having me around seemed to keep the other male recruits from hitting on her. There were always some suspicions that there was something...
[ "Strike".] Subtitle: "The Ranch". Chapter 1. (The birth of "Strike"--the stallion) I had been out at the ranch for three days helping foal the mares, and riding-the-perimeter fence: Sleeping-out on the prairie for two of them. With the barest of supplies: A wool blanket, a canteen of water, jerky; and oats for Strike, my spirited piebald stallion--a con...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** When told 'Get to THE room!', I know what that means. 'The Room'. It is off the side of your basement playroom. It is the...
The horses were spooked, that much was certain. In fact, he had never seen them act like this; the sound of their stress had woken him out of a deep sleep. He had stumbled out of his tiny little ranch house with a flashlight, groaning with sleeplessness and stress. Honestly, he hadn't really minded-his dreams were becoming horrifying nightmares that had left...
Hiya readers. This is the 2010 Nude Day contest story that I submitted here on Literotica. It's been down for some time but I thought it would be fun to return it. I hope you enjoy this very different story from me. Please feel free to leave comments or emails and I'll get back to you! ***** Once upon a time in a land that no one really knew where the Hell...
It was the trip my wife and I had been planning for a year. We were soon to celebrate our 25th anniversary and had decided to splurge on our selves. I loved golf and Gloria, my wife, had been an accomplished equestrian back in college. We were both going to enjoy our hobbies during the day and dine and relax in the evenings. Even after having two children,...
Dear readers. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter posted. It was a real bitch to write. I worked on it as much as I could and hope you enjoy it. It is a long one. Approx 15159 words * Ken quickly showered and made his self presentable. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and drank his coffee hoping to clear the fog of sleep from his mind. Something...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...
For all the curious readers that asked for it, this is number two (Yeah I'm sure a lot of you will think it is a big steaming pile of number 2) in this extremely accurate historical tale of 'cheatin' wives. Remember this is a story, and only a story. It is not intended to piss off any one group of wankers. No actual animals were harmed in the portrayal you a...
The next day I woke up mid-morning with a smile on my face. The events of the previous night felt like a movie I'd once seen but not quite believed. Did I really feel the hand of Veronique, a middle-aged but still beautiful supermodel, grabbing my crotch? Was I really rewarded with a kiss for an improvised short story by Isabelle, a gorgeous young heiress? D...