I know these hills like the back of my hand. I grew up not too far away, and every summer my Dad and I would go up there, into the national forest, by ourselves. I was eleven when we first went up there. He had given me my first hunting bow the Christmas before, and taken me hunting in those woods every summer since then. We'd spend weeks together hunting, w...
This my first attempt at a first person story. There will be some typo's and some bad grammar for the OCD'ers. If that's a problem, click the back button. ***** Eric and Gary are best friends and they are both single. They are both in their middle 30's. They have know each other since grade school. Their big common interest is deer hunting. They have hunte...
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Chapter 18: The Hunting Lodge As soon as the excitement over La Contessa's puppet show has died down, the household is plunged into another whirlwind of activity. It's Julia who catches me in the kitchens one morning and excitedly explains. "La Contessa's announced that we are going to her hunting lodge in Piedmont. She goes every winter and returns to Ve...
Andre Blanc was a short, lithe man. It looked like he had no muscle structure at all on his form but those that had seen him angered knew appearances were deceiving. What he lacked in strength, he made up for in agility, and his stubbornness of never wanting to loose a fight also played a big part. He never cared if his opponent was three or four times his s...
She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. What a waste she thought. This much to offer a man and it is going to waste. But not for much longer. Doug and Martha had gone steady during the last two years of high school, had become engaged the day after graduation and had married one year after that. The first five years had been very good and th...
December 1993 (Date I had the idea, and started writing this story. O.K., I'm a little slow.) Warning! Danger! Sexual Content! You know the warning signs ... contrived situations, unusually horny wives. Then, ... before you can look away, ... SEX, everywhere! The trip started out innocently enough. I had always wanted to hunt wild boar, and my wife wanted...
The week is winding down, but the women aren't! Day 6 (Friday) In the morning, I was ready to fuck! I didn't give Cindy a chance to say no, I just lined up my dick and pushed my way in! I think I was on my third full stroke, before she woke up. "What are you doing? I thought I took care of you last night!" She said, not trying to get away. "No, you took c...
Since time immemorial, my kind have roamed the Himalayas, and much of the lands of Eurasia, as well as the forests and jungles of the Asian continent. Bigfoot, the Yeti, the Abominable Snowman, the humans have so many names for us. Some of those names are downright funny, others infuriate the hell out of me. Since we can't exactly go on CNN to correct those...
It was a freak bar. A party. "Want to get high, Deary?" "Want to get lost?" Yes. Getting lost was the idea. Here. Now. Gone. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna take you higher." He was six three, at least. Two-fifty or so. Certainly not fat. Definitely all man. I didn't know his name, but I'd seen him flashing edges earlier in the night. Nice edges, too. Not like some...