Those Dog Days of August

By Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com) My life changed just after turning eighteen and moving into a new life at Community College. That’s how I liked to think of it. After leaving the modest village where I’d grown up, I moved to the modest town where I was attending college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, but I wasn’t sure. But I liked art, and I was good at it anyway. So those were the kind of classes I

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Becky’s Farm Ordeal

By Becky My Dad said he had an old friend that he keeps in touch with pretty regularly, and when they last met my Dad had mentioned that I’m looking for some summer holiday work. I had a scholarship at College, but it wasn’t a fortune so I needed to make some extra money when I could. My Dad’s friend is a retired Doctor and has a hobby farm with different kinds of animals, along with a kennel that he

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Their Little Secret

milqand (edited) When Bob returns home from work, he always sits himself down in his comfortable couch and starts reading his newspaper. Normally, no-one’s home at this hour, and after a while he notices Loran, their Doberman, his bench is empty and the dog is nowhere to be found. That’s odd, because he can’t get outside and the dog rarely ventures upstairs. Bob decides to have a look around for the animal. Then he hears some noises coming down from

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Frat House Slut

Anjing I was a freshman on campus, living away from home for the first time. Scott Le Croix was a sophomore. He was smart, good-looking, and belonged to the best fraternity on campus. When we started dating it seemed too good to be true. I told him of my plans to become a doctor and he confided in me that he intended to someday run for student body president and use that as a springboard into professional politics. Scott wasn’t

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The Barnyard Photo Shoot.

rodeotexas (edited) Chapter 1. Growing up on an Arabian breeding horse ranch in the Texas Hill Country, I was curious as any normal guy watching the studs in action and occasionally feeling a twitch in my pants. My family was third generation raising champion Arabians and has a national reputation with even some international clientele. They also breed ponies. When I was in local public schools, our ranch was the one all my friends always wanted to come to or

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