Yes, yes, I'm coming!" Sarah grumbled when the doorbell rang piercingly for the second time. Quickly she dried her legs and grabbed the half transparently negligée that she had thrown nonchalantly onto a chair next to the washstand before she had stepped into the bath. With a routine movement she slipped the almost weightless garment over her head, put her...
Colin spent the next morning in the dinning room with Gable. The two men remained after breakfast, and in a flurry of hammering and climbing on ladders they were creating ...something. Lissa was shooed out, after Colin rather cryptically said it was a surprise. "Well, don't electrocute yourselves." She laughed as they pushed her out the door with the prom...
I hate it when he gets new ideas. I truly do. That means new pain in new places, new words, new acts of violence. I like routine. I'm used to the same thing, being punished the same way. Knowing the rules and having a specific consequence for each. That's the way I was trained. But when he gets new ideas...that means adjustment, adaptation. Surprises. I hat...
His sack tingled as he watched her demonstrate on horseback for her students. He would save cleaning the stalls near the arena for when her class was in session. Now and then she would mount a students horse and show everyone what she was trying to tell them. He would drop everything whenever she did this and find a discrete place to watch. One time, he actu...
He was walking through the stalls of the cattle for the rodeo when he saw her... and he was definitely not the only one to see her! That girl was turning heads as she walked along, and she didn't even seem to notice the effect that she was having on the horny rodeo men... her long tanned legs ended in short cowboy boots, and you could travel back up them to...
I grew up on a farm with horse farms on both sides and a cow farm behind us. We had chickens, pigs and, for a while, a couple of horses. The tack room was part of life for me. The room was only about 400 square feet but there were 2 windows that let the sun light up the room. Two walls were completely riddled with bits and reins, one wall was lined with wood...
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...