Slowly Clarisse settled into a routine. Breakfast in the morning, then lessons in the afternoon, milking later and then early to bed. Repeat the next day, with frequent trips to the doctor's and ample time for writing reports. She slowly got used to the constant flirting that all bulls and hucows seemed to do. The rules were different here on the farm, wit...
It was Friday, a day I would always looked forward to. It meant that I would have to gather jungle products to be sold at the weekend market. The weekend market was located 3miles away from my farm house. I inherited the farm from my parents. Being the only child, I was left alone to care for the farm after both parents passed away. Farms those years only...
(Three friends stranded on the side of the road walk to a farm house where a farmer's wife offered to put them up for the night in her barn under the condition that all three ladies stay away from her virginal nineteen year old son. As the girls lay in the barn, the first one tells the other two that she was going to sneak in and deflower the guy. Even thoug...
The Farm is the final story in a series of stories that began with A Tennessee Education and was followed by The Best Gift Ever and Finding Travis. Like the previous tales, this story follows the theme of female dominance and male submission. If that topic is not to your liking I suggest you move on to some of the many great stories found on this site. Per...
Mansoor left Khaled and Najibi defeated on the ground and went to the bathroom to wash and take a bath. "Prepare to please me, the man of the house, when I get out of the shower, woman" Seeing his former friend going to the toilet, Khaled looked at his mother with a stare that could pierce through steel-hard walls. "You are not my mother anymore. How coul...
*WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word...
Chapter Thirty-Two -- The Benefactor The harvest was as pitiful as everything else about the children's destitute farm. Even with Vesna's late-summer efforts to salvage the garden, its produce would have been barely enough to feed the occupants for a month. So... the failed harvest meant several trips to the market to purchase food for the winter, along wit...
Belle Dingle had been working at the Emmerdale vets surgery for several months now and was considered a valuable member of the staff. "Belle, do you have a minute?" Vanessa Woodfield, one of the practices vets, called from the treatment room. Belle left the filing she was completing and went to see what Vanessa wanted. "You have a drivers licence, don't y...
My name is Tom and I am 43 years old. I live in a Mid-Western City, with no family close by. I was married for 18 years to a wonderful woman, but 2 years ago she was killed in a Hit and Run. We never had any children, and so I have been alone for what has seemed a long time. For a long time during our marriage we would go to "The Farm" owned by my wife's c...
It all unravelled like a ball of string. One momentary slip and away it scurried, racing from her fumbling fingers with unstoppable energy, carrying away with it her past life and her future. Of course at the time she had no idea of the significance of this ephemeral moment of embarrassment, yet it was to creep back up on her, stalk her, homing in from behin...