This is the second part of my story about Rose the cowgirl. Obviously I would prefer that you read the first part before you read this part. * Life continued on the milk plant and the days seemed to go by in a blur. Rose kept having new babies and her milk production was always increasing as well as her breast size. She received more attention by the male...
She sat at her desk in her home office with her glasses perched on her nose as she thoughtfully studied the screen of her laptop. Her fingers were linked together and resting under her chin, except her index fingers which were pressed to her lips. Her brow was crinkled and she released a frustrated sigh, picking up her pen and jotting some notes on the paper...
It was a warm and pleasant summer night in Miami as a crowd gathered at the house. Rose was very happy to have all of her friends around to celebrate the occasion. She could hardly believe that she had found a guy like Miles. Miles was a great dancer, he was smart, and he found her interesting. Rose was looking forward to marrying him and spending their live...
Rose was a 19 year-old college sophomore with a problem. She had a huge crush on an older student in her chem lab. His name was a Ken, and he was Japanese and in excellent physical condition. He always dressed nicely, and she loved to watch his muscles work under his thin dress shirts slacks. But he was at least a junior, if not a senior, and had a photo-per...
Newport, New York 1972 was just as sleepy a little town as it is today. Despite the simple rural setting, like any other town there were countless stories going on behind closed doors. This was one of them. *** "You look lovely tonight, Mrs. B." Kenny said as he walked into the kitchen of his neighbor, closing the door behind him, and as the woman who had...
11:45 pm, the Sheraton, Tacoma, Washington. Rosette Cole was descending in the elevator from her 26th floor hotel room, contemplating her next move. As something that always on her mind, she wanted sex in that place and knew that there would be no problem getting it. But she wasn't in the mood for the ordinary that night; she needed something different. It'...
(Yes I know the difference between desert and dessert) *In life we build and we destroy; know the difference* (Memories) It was the worst night of her life. She was sandwich between two men she didn't know, taking it up her pussy and her ass as they grunted and heaved her upright on her knees. She had one man's penis rammed down her throat while she fur...
Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for beta-reading my first cutesy little urban-fantasy lesbian story. It was just something I had the idea to try writing, and I think it came out ok. Enjoy. **** Rose shook her head in wry resignation as she entered her bedroom. A very contented looking cat lay sprawled across the blanket on her impeccably-made bed. "Every...
Rose stood in her bedroom staring at the closet. Lee had told her they were going out for a special night and she wanted to dress herself extra special for him. She took a black dress out that she loved. It curved low accentuating her curvaceous breasts. She knew how Lee loved her breasts and seeing them pushed up in that dress really set him on fire. She ca...
Transition from sleep to wake normally took Rose a while. That morning was no exception. But tactile sensations out of the ordinary hit her hard, and she struggled to make sense of them for a moment. Why was the bed heavy? Where were her clothes? Rose felt that droplet of fear grow fat and pregnant but it never fell; recollection returned and her breathing...