Note: This story brings back many memories of my growing up... Please let me know what you think. I had graduated high school a couple of months earlier. I was eighteen years old and it was August. In a month I'd be attending college in California. But, as I had done since my Dad had died several years ago, I would fly to Columbus, Ohio and visit my grandmo...
"Stupid Ian." Sara muttered as she scrubbed the life out of the toilet seat. Her back ached and it screamed for revenge. Just two days ago, Ian had told her he liked her. Just this morning, he had told her he missed her. And right now, at this very moment, as Sara wielded a menacing scrubber in her hand and smelled like tooti-frutti ice cream X manure, she f...
(Chapter 01) The Mirror She was sprawled out naked on the cool satin sheets. Reaching her arms outward and touching the sensual feel of the fabric. Bringing her hands back to her body and caressing her skin. Her fingers dipped into her wetness. Between her legs both hands rubbed with the satin sheet in her grasp. Pressing herself into its seductiveness. R...
At nineteen he was one of the older staff and the only male in a team of twenty women, the work at the stables had always been very physical and great fun. Rich had worked with horses for years and at the Abbeyway Riding School for about three years, but the time had come to move on. He had heard rumors that this may involve some mess, as the staff gave him...
She sighed, the baler twine cut into her wrists and ankles and despite her struggles she was unable to escape her bonds. She cursed her stupidity and how easily she had been duped into this seemingly impossible situation. Sarah looked around her, she was lying on the straw bed of a stable on the back yard of the Abbyway Riding School, the evening stables had...
- Sam Darquesied - Expertly Edited by FQKF * My apartment was so clean you could eat off the toilet seat! It had never been that pristine since...well ever. Sam Darquesied was visiting me! This was like a visit from the Prime Minister...no...hell, it was way better than the Prime Minister. And, he was asking me to help with a scenario, a big two day scena...
Ramis woke up staring down the haft of a pitchfork. Behind the pitchfork was a patiently furious farmer. He blinked, then reflexively yawned and started to stretch in the hay. This earned him a jab with the pitchfork across the forearm "Wait! You don't want to do that." Was what came out after an undignified yelp. This elicited no response from the wea...
I know, but what does one do, our Christmas is in summer which is in December.... I'd never be able to submit a Santa story in this competition if I don't now. ************************************************* Fancy dress isn't my thing. Ever since Christmas, a few years ago, I've avoided it but Jen insisted. When I chose to go as Superman, she balled a d...
October 1857 Several months passed quickly and I had all but forgotten the Mooring sisters. Still I had not had any but the slightest intimacies with a female of any age since that last afternoon of carnal wantonness. I concerned myself with getting my home in order, going to Sotheby's on a weekly basis and picking up excellent pieces, both of art and furni...
**A continuation to my last story with a woman at a farm getting off to pig shit, this one introduces an old friend of Mary's... Turns out she also can get off to the same things. So be forewarned to messy scat, mud, smelly, lesbian themes** ***** Mary waited by the train station. A friend from high school named Sam was coming by. She had been a model, but...