I remember vividly, one Saturday last year. It started out as a regular, routine springtime Saturday, filled with plans of getting the trimming done up and then mowing the yard. The sky was a deep, rich shade of blue and not a cloud to be seen. A few short weeks from now, a day like this would turn into a scorcher, but today, being early in the summer, it he...
This is another entry out of my Blackcock Diary. I hope you like it. Keep the letters cumming. As I drove my kids to school in the morning, I noticed how ugly my yard was compared to my neighbors. As I drove home, I noticed two black males (wearing jeans, t-shirts, and work boots) doing some gardening around a local gas station. I pulled into the station an...
This is an absolutely true story. Only the details, not the basic facts, are embellished to enhance your enjoyment. In the spring of 1981, my wife and I were working in the yard. The black locust trees were in bloom. They were perfuming the entire neighborhood. Our yard had several of the fragrant trees and it made our tasks more enjoyable. As I mowed the la...
Molly awoke at dawn, her head clear, her thoughts turned to her stomach which gave a growl on queue. She negotiated her way out of her hammock and straightened her hair and clothing. She made her way on deck and found a host of other pirates milling there too. Breakfast was been served and she helped herself to some food. She looked for someone she recognise...
At nineteen he was one of the older staff and the only male in a team of twenty women, the work at the stables had always been very physical and great fun. Rich had worked with horses for years and at the Abbeyway Riding School for about three years, but the time had come to move on. He had heard rumors that this may involve some mess, as the staff gave him...
One night my wife and I were sitting together on the couch watching TV. Our two young boys were upstairs asleep and the big window air conditioning unit in the upstairs hall was running. It had been a very hot day and had not cooled down much in the late evening. We were downstairs in the family room. My wife was dressed for bed in only an extra long t-shirt...
Lisa the Risk Junkie - Beginnings This is planned to be a series of stories related to each other. They are not in any particular chronological order and each is planned to be able to stand alone. All characters are over the age of 18. --------------- Beginnings She can't help herself. She knows it's stupid, but she keeps doing it. Her life's all fucked...
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Azri approached the air docking yard early in the morning. There were flags strung up around the entrance: there had been some sort of festival or flea market over the weekend. Azri never paid attention to anything that went on on this side of the lake, but a banner bearing the words "Human Festival" announced the site's purpose. Azri thought that sounded in...
Hi all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of HFHM! New reader? This is one of the final chapters of Book Three of Home for Horny Monsters. You really should start at Chapter One. (Don't worry, there will be a Book Four) Returning reader? Welcome back! Not only am I excited to see you again, but I am excited to share this chapter with you! A lot is about...