beastiality stories
(c) 2019 by unkown Richards Story For the tenth time in as many minutes Richard cursed his decision, he could have been back at the friendly lodge, in front of a warm log fire, a glass of single malt in his hand. Instead, because he had chanced reaching a town before the forecast blizzard closed […]
(c) 2022 by JasonSensation I’m going to do it. I’m crossing the desert with nothing but my horse. It’s going to take three weeks across the Arizona planes. Lots of rivers and streams. My horse has plenty of grass to eat. So long as he’s complete, I’m full. You see, I have a special relationship […]
(c) 2019-2021 by ozzalone65 (Ozorli / Orlirz) This is another story about the big hung dog Neo if the “Neo the Champion” sort I wrote several years back. Neo gets a new fuck toy in the new neighbors son Billy. And Billy learns to be a dogs Bitch… Part I Billy was a 16 year […]
(c) by Maxijohndoe Queer, Fruit, Sissy, and Faggot. I’d been called them all as part of growing up gay in a small southern town. But never had those words been as hurtful as shouted by that hypocrite Daryl Moss as he sped away in his Pickup, waving my shorts out the window. I had gone […]
(c) by Maxijohndoe Rose exchanged the usual morning greetings with her colleagues as she headed to her workstation. Rose wasn’t her real name, but it had been easier to Anglicise her name rather than trying to teach English speakers her Chinese name. Rose worked as a lab technician to make enough money to see her […]
(c) 2021 by Mered88 My dog and best friend Bruno had been gone for almost three months, and I still felt the emptiness and the loneliness that only a true animal lover could feel for a deceased canine friend. “All of this for a dog?” You might ask, and my response would be, “yes.” It […]
(c) 2009 by OutOfMyMind My friend Lane seems to always have terrible breath in the morning. I wonder why… Three or four times a year Lane and I would go camping in the mountains for a couple of weeks and have a good time fishing, hiking, telling stories and drinking beer. Sometimes we would go […]
(c) 2010 by shefux I was sitting alone having breakfast in a local Country Caf?hat I frequent and a man stood up to leave with what I assumed to be his wife and nearly adult daughter. He was average in almost every way that I could have described, but his wife and daughter were knockouts. […]
(c) 2010 by shefux Part I I never liked Dave, and I don’t think that there are many people who do. I mean, he has plenty of friends, but there are only a couple that really “liked” him. In my mind he was a bully and a braggart. He was what many might call “a […]
(c) 2007-2019 by ozzalone65 (Ozorli / Orlirz) Part I I had a friend who breeds dogs for a living. his name was Julian. he breed bloodhounds. he always enters some of his better dogs in dog shows. i have been to a few in the past. I guess it was the least i could do. […]
(c) by Diane Ashfield At the college I attended. I attended a private college, Miss Muriel’s School for Refined Young Ladies and Boys. The place sounded snooty enough, and appealed to the social conscious class I belonged to. Every mother in our set wanted to say that her daughter or son attended the very exclusive […]
(c) by Rhona & CL Part One – The County Fair Life seemed to be going well for my thirty-five year old wife, Rhonda. She’s doing well in her job and is feeling very pleased with herself. I, however, had recently been made redundant and took a package from the company I worked at for […]
(c) by unknown Part of my training in journalism was being taught to keep a journal of my daily experiences and thoughts. The content of each incident was supposedly less critical than any reflections you might make later about these experiences. This is one such narrative. My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a […]