Dr. Kessa Brammer led him through a creaking metal door into the last storage room in the antiquities department. He stepped past her at her direction, looking around the chamber with slight un-ease. He was perhaps her brightest student, which was part of why she liked him. She pushed her weight against the metal door, which creaked closed, and latched with...
Farm life agreed with Dixie, her family had owned the Jackson Ranch for 5 generations, acres and acres of rich grazing land, a historic claim over swathes of the Texan Great Plains. Dixie had only known life on the farm, her father had raised her to be a rancher just like the generations before her, so by the time she turned 18 she could ride a horse, tan an...
Book Store-ies 2: Between Heaven and Hell Hovering in Limbo The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All ri...
It was a cool autumn Saturday morning in rural western Pennsylvania. Vern rose early, yawned, stretched, and gazed out his bedroom window onto his 100-acre farm. It wasn't much of a farm, though; most if his land was woods and he had only one animal: a pony. In a mood to go for a ride, he showered and put on his boots, jeans, and western shirt. Before goin...
I had woken up groggy 20 minutes before, washed the sleep off my face and thrown on my gym gear: plain white cotton undies, my sports bra, cycle shorts and top. No need for deodorant or to dress up cos I'll end up sweaty and stinky anyway. The stinkier the better when I scrub clean and I happen to love my stink. Unlike those rich housewife types who go to t...
Angie was visibly shaking when she got into my car outside her house. I hadn't told her our destination for the afternoon; she just knew that something other than her usual bedroom session was in order. While I backed out of the driveway she stared at her hands quietly, darting a glance at me every once in a while with her pretty brown eyes. She wore a very...
It is Wednesday evening in November, about 6.15pm. Helen is walking back from the bus stop to her small flat on the outskirts of Bristol. She is a slim, (but not skinny) attractive 34 year old, well dressed as she is just returning from work in the centre of the city, where she is head of IT for a firm of accountants (the rest of the IT department consists o...
The Harrison Riding Academy was a playground for little rich girls and their over indulgent mothers. Carl Edwards was the riding instructor. It was his job to teach the young brats to ride without falling off on their heads. It was not an easy job but one with many benefits. One of those rewards was to rub elbows with the cream of female society. Elbows wer...
The soft rope caresses my hands as it slides effortlessly around. I feel eyes watching, but the binding is all that matters. Too lose and it all goes for naught. Over and under the weaving goes, as the rope snakes upward through the eye hook above and is pulled through, but not too snug. Then with a quick flourish it is bound in place with no fear of it loos...
JJ the pony wants to please the Mistress. He is new to being a pony, so he is trying extra hard to be good. JJ has a strong back, a tight ass, and a beautiful cock. He has sweet eyes and a handsome face. JJ makes a great pony. Ponies are generally considered intelligent and friendly, though sometimes they also are described as stubborn or cunning. Mistress...