A week away on a farm was all I need to get myself out of the hum drum of everyday life. Searching the holiday let listings I found a cottage on a small farm in a picturesque part of rural England. The farm was secluded and the cottage cosy, so fee paid I was all set for my trip. Over a week later I travelled north and found the farm and the cottage. A perf...
Ivory and Carmine grew up on a small farm outside of town, home-schooled by their over-protective and religious mother. They were rarely allowed to leave the farm, save for church on Sundays, because their mother feared they would be corrupted by the outside world. It was a very sheltered existence. Ivory was the calmer, more docile of the two sisters, and w...
Sethp 2010 all rights reserved! (Special thanks to Jessica and Pennlady and here's a special shout out to my super freaky friend Christen) * Busty Jessica and Megan sat on the couch drinking coffee and trying to wake up. Seth had just given both of them a nasty, hard, anal fucking and they both glowed in that way that only comes from an orgasm. After a f...
If you have read any of my other stories you know that they have no explicit sex scenes; this story is no exception. Constructive comments or critiques are solicited and welcome. If you like or even dislike the story please take the time to comment on it or send me an email. It would be nice if you could rate or vote on the story too. Your comments and rati...
Chapter 1 -- Ivy The blind in my bedroom window is not the best. It hangs a little crooked and the bottom three slats are bent slightly. In the morning, the sun shines right through that gap and hits me square in the face. I stopped using an alarm clock. Now I just get up when the sun does. I know it sounds early, but I live on a farm and everything you'...
I live on a farm; in fact I was born here as were several generations before me. Just because of the sizes of ours' and our neighbor's farms, we live out in the middle of nowhere. We see other people sometimes and go to town which is a couple of hours away, but our lives revolve around family since we spend most of the time together working the farm. As a yo...
Vivian Laaning grew up on a large dairy farm in southwest Wisconsin. The farm chores she was required to do, was a major factor contributing to the development of her character, as a very industrious woman, with a take charge attitude, and completely sure of herself. Her personality, as such, became very pronounced after she reached puberty. Although she was...
BD's Story Chapters 7 and 8 Prologue Written by Stan It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submiss...
I'm carrying all of my belongings on my back. Not light at all, but not really heavy either. I always make sure I can pack up and go; no place is ever safe. Leaving such a beautiful port is such a shame really. However, coin is coin. ‘No coin, no life. Know coin, know life. Money can't buy happiness’, so said by a rich man. Coin may not do just that, but it...
Martha O'Braonain sat on a chair on the veranda of her farm. From there, she could see everything that was happening around her property. Martha Jones glimpsed something about a mile away and stood up. She was a tall, woman, easily six feet and somewhat heavyset, with long red hair and pale green eyes. Her skin, once bone-white, had been turned light bronze...