I suppose that, like young Rufus in the old song, I have always been a Tit Man. Breasts, boobs, tits, hooters, mammaries - whatever you want to call them, I have always been fascinated by women's breasts. Of all shapes and sizes, the way they jiggle and bounce, the way they feel, the way they look, with or without clothes covering them, the way their nipples...
Many of you may be tired of stories that take place in elevators. Understandably so, since many are unbelievable, even if they really did happen. This story is equally as unbelievable, but I assure you, it is completely true and happened to me just this afternoon. I was just returning from lunch, and entered the elevator to go back to my floor. The elevator...
The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troubl...
The next morning, John, Jane and Phryne got up; they offered John their milk, but he said, "Sorry, I'm not hungry. I'll drink just a few drops." Jane, while giving him these drops, stroked his penis, but John said, "Sorry, Jane, I've worked too much tonight. You'd better focus on pleasing Phryne and today's nuns. Today it's Antonia Soro's and Tanya Gandhi's...
"Hey Rookie" I heard my boss said as I looked up. "Got a story for you, we got a tip from the local grocer. They say there is a new milk from a local farm that is flying off the shelves. I want you to go down to the farm and write a story about it." My boss said tapping his note pad. "You want me to write a story about milk?" I...
I was a slow developer as far as my breasts were concerned. All my friends at school seemed to have them months before me. But at last mine were beginning to form. I would inspect myself daily if not hourly. I was so keen for them to develop. This day I stood naked in front of the mirror in my bedroom admiring them. I lifted my hands to them and held them. I...
This is part three in the series about Kazuhiro and his cowgirl Anna. At this point in the story Anna has been living as a sex slave in Kazuhiros apartment in Tokyo for about ten weeks. The following is a typical morning in her life. Fist a quick recap of the two main characters. Anna is not a cow, nor is she really a human. She was fully human until she go...
Having a baby isn't all that it's made out to be, at least for the first time Mom-to-be who doesn't know quite what's going to happen. That's how it was for Ron and me. After five years of marriage we had decided to start a family and I really didn't know what I had let myself in for. The first mistake I made was getting pregnant at Christmas time. That me...
Demetrius, along with every other person in Greece at that time, was very familiar with the heifer of Hera as it was the most famous farm animal in the world, being milked daily for the breakfast of the Goddess. He like most was unaware as to the story behind it. Hera, Goddess of the Home and domestic life and the perpetually wronged wife of Zeus, was one of...
The contract was signed. Mike and Becca's strange lifestyle continued with her milk filled breasts being enjoyed by him regularly. Four milkings a day with each session limited to 5 minutes was the norm. This was Mike's way to regulate her milk production. While Becca was frequently uncomfortable and sexually frustrated her body had adjusted its production t...