As Jim headed back up the road towards New Farm he mused over what had happened. Sure, Mrs Johnson had played a game of cat and mouse with him and his swollen balls and damp clothing were a testament to the off hand way she had dismissed him but, and it was a huge 'but', somehow he didn't mind. He thought over how magnificent she had looked, laid out on the...
Saddleworth to Cannes A Sequel to A Particularly Easy Pony to Please. or Training Rose part 5 We all agreed I needed to train intensively for the Grand Prix at Cannes, but maybe my idea of intensive training, eight hours a day spent actually training, say seven until twelve, with a coffee break around ten and hour and a bit for lunch and and then train t...
I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. I knew my Boss had something up his sleeve for me this morning and I certainly didn't want to keep him waiting. He had been away on a trip for our company all week and it had been torture not to see him! Of course I was also relieved to have my chastity belt removed and feel clean for the first time all week...
I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May and the horses would be dirty and wild. I realized that just catching the horses by myself was going to b...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
The next day the weather was a shade cooler but Jim was still in his shirtsleeves as he made his way to work. There was a spring in his step as he went through the morning routine and he was bubbling with anticipation. It seemed that every day was bringing new experiences, most of them positive, and he wondered what was in store for him today. In what seemed...
I walked into the Tack Shop and drew a deep breath. Ahhh…the smell of leather. I so love that smell. It is a very sensual scent to me. I can feel the warmth growing between my legs, which have become somewhat, weakened from the arousing thoughts in my mind. Next to a good round of sex, visiting Horse Tack Shops is one of my favorite past times. I only seldo...
Sunday Spot woke me moving what little she could. I considered unzipping her legs and letting her pee inside but decided I still got a kick out of her peeing outdoors. I untied her front legs, and she raced to the back door, I opened. Spot ran into the yard and squatted and peed. I shut the door trapping her out in the back yard while I considered whether...
**** Thanks to all my readers for their feedback and interest. This is a story that's been kicking around my hard drive since before the "Orgasm Torture" series was conceived. Though the main character are real, this never really happened. I have no plans for future episodes of this story, though anything is possible. Please, feel free to rate it and send fe...
It was now Wednesday, and I had had the best night in years. I couldn't stop thinking all night about my sexual encounter in the barn that evening. I must have jacked off at least five times. I had to wash my sheets when I woke up. Still, as many times as I had ejaculated that evening and night, I woke up ready for more. The day had gone by fast, and before...