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

Read more

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

Read more

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

Read more

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

Read more

Those Dog Days of August

Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com) My life changed just after I’d turned eighteen and moved 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’d moved to the modest town where I was attending college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, I wasn’t really sure. But I liked art and I was kind of good at it anyway. So those were the kind of

Read more
Translate ยป
Copy Protected by Chetan's WP-Copyprotect.