Authors Note: This story has been posted in "Romance" because I consider that to be the primary theme. However, it contains several lesbian scenes and some voyeurism. If those things turn you off, I suggest you not read further. Thanks. -cw ***** I had fielded variations of the proposition countless times. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a pervasive myth th...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Aisielynn who continues to my second set of eyes, she is absolutely fabulous. I apologise that this chapter is late life has been a busy, busy time for me and my writing has had to take a back seat for a little while....
Dedication This story might never have happened if it weren't for the help and encouragement of Miss Worthing's biggest fan. At each stage of the process I was never let off the hook, I was cajoled, encouraged, bullied, pushed and pulled until this story became the best it could be. Many of the plot twists were suggestions and, in a very real sense, this st...
After he finished the stalls that day, he was in the tack room cleaning some of the bridles. He leaned against a saddle resting on its stand. His thoughts drifted back to the lesson earlier that day. His prick jumped as he smiled thinking of her hardened nipples. He always wondered why women liked riding, he suspected but never knew. He finished cleaning a b...
* * * [Many thanks to my volunteer editor LadyVer, whose helpful investment of time made this a much better story.] * * * I was inching my car across the icy parking lot of the Mill Creek Ranger Station when I first saw her: alone on the shoulder of California Highway 38, a pair of skis crooked in one arm, and her thumb pointing up the road toward the mou...
It was another restless night for me. She had been on my mind and I had to change my sheets yet again when I awoke. The plan was to take her dancing and dining today, and then I'd probably fuck her afterwards. The day had been very busy, the ranch abuzz with energy. My parents were due home in 48 hours, so any slacking off that had taken place was being co...
This and future follow-up stories are based on fact. As an aging male of tall and solid build, I had started to give up on the possibility of further sexual encounters, but sometimes miracles happen. This is just such a story. Well here I was at another damned exhibition. My lady partner of many years had got us involved in promoting a health product that...
Country Life. Hi there! First, an introduction. My name is Peter, Peter Banks, and I live with my family in a village in south Gloucestershire near Bristol in the west country of England. The rural life: in many ways idyllic. A real cross-section of village life with the vicar, the policeman, postman, a pub and all the local characters; and quite a few chi...
Part two. you really need to read part one first to mke sense of this but here they are in a pub on Saddleworth Moor, Naked ecept for her Ponygirl tack and bound, blinkered and blinded Rose had just pulled Henry ten miles across Saddleworth from the Farm in a two wheeled cart, now she serves the regulars before pulling him home again. * The Box, it was a c...
Ted leaned back against the bulkhead and rested his arms, he desperately wanted a cold beer from his cooler. He was just too tired to move at this second. He let his eyes close for just a second. He awoke with a start. He looked at his watch, he had slept for an hour. As he was getting up when he heard a soft sound from beneath the boat. He moved quietly up...