Stable hand Stories

The Stables of Desire It was 1811 on a warm, golden summer's evening. The sun dipped low over the rolling hills of the countryside, casting long shadows over the lush green pastures. The distant hum of crickets filled the air, blending with the soft sound of hooves striking the earth. In the quaint village of Holbrook, nestled between meadows and forests, the stables had always been a second home to Thomas. Thomas, a youn...

"I can't believe it," Robin said as we turned off the interstate.  "I am sorry, but I didn't have a choice," I said looking over at the passenger seat.  "Not you, mom," Robin smiled back at me. "Cindy, she hooked up with that guy I was telling you about."  "Oh," I replied. "The guy with the tattoos and the piercings?" I shook my head as I remembered the photo Robin had shown me.  "Yes," Robin nodded.  I looked in the back...

Dalton took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until Aislinn could barely take it any more. Her back arched, and he continued to ravish her breasts, until she could feel the pressure building up. He moved from her breasts to her neck, gently biting and licking, while his hands went lower to her sweet spot. Aislinn moaned loudly, and Dalton whispered in her ear, “Come for me baby, come on.” She was so close, hi...

I whimpered and keened as his tongue laved my left nipple. My other nipple peaked with anticipation waiting in turn.I looked at the juncture that joined us together and my thoughts were in a jumble. There was something poetic about it. I could feel him pulsing inside me, taking me with him on a journey of wantonness. His prick, felt heavy and full inside my vagina. Each stroke as he languidly and slowly moved inside me, w...