Amy Redoreck's day started like any other. She went into the coffee shop early and opened it. Why the coffee shop was open at night was beyond her, but they always seemed to get enough business so, whatever. She fended off Brad, her annoying co-worker's advances as always. She caught the creepy owner's stares at her boobs, check. And the usual customers came...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
CHAPTER SEVEN -- MILKING PARTY By the fourth day, all the little cows are giving lots of milk with their teats hooked up to the strong nipple pulsators in the milking barn. They have learned to orgasm while on the machines. They don't need to touch themselves. Their little bottoms wave in the air as they give their milk, a fine sight to see for anyone breez...
Zurück nach Darmstadt: Jetzt saß ich hier in der 1 Klasse und fuhr in Richtung Frankfurt… zurück nach Darmstadt oder besser gesagt in die trostkose Einöde von meinen Eltern nach Bickenbach… Ob meine Eltern etwas bemerken würden??? Jedenfalls wollte ich nicht, dass sie mich am Bahnhof abholten und so log ich sie bei meinem Telefonat heute Morgen an und sagte...
PART II Several months past and the topic of cow and milking and breeding came up only once are twice. I never got my clothes back, but I did get my shoes. Terrence took another job and I thought it was over with. Then one day a text came in from Mark that said meet Terrence for an early meal and tip him the same way, with my body. I was confused as I had...
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...
Author's Note - This novel contains scenes of nonconsensual and nonhuman sex. As the description suggests, hucows, tentacle monsters, and centaurs are explored in a setting that aims to provide a science-fiction explanation. This is a self-contained novel. My original submission, The Pasture in Space, could be seen to serve as a prequel. But it is not nece...
La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Kitten hadn't thought twice as she'd opened the cooler and removed the half-full glass of milk. Not a single hesitant thought had crossed her mind as she'd emptied the vial of holstaur milk into the glass and tucked it back in among the cheeses. She hadn't thought anything of the fact that Master would be guided there when he returned, that Bobbin would cert...
The Copiah County jail had not been updated since 1964, fifty two years ago. While it had been a state of the art facility for the era, perfect for locking up rogue hippies or war protesters, it did not advance with the times. Though the sheriff lobbied incessantly for more funding to face the considerable problems associated with a large meth production net...