beastiality stories
(c) 2004 by Clvfan Shania Twain was walking toward one of the barns on the estate she and Mutt had in Switzerland. She was going to feed her horses. She was dressed in loose sweat pants and a tee shirt. When she was away from the public she dressed as comfortable as she could. One […]
(c) 2007 by kourosman I scale the wooden fence and jump down into the muddy field, the earth is slippery in places and I struggle at times to stay standing. It’s early morning, the sun is still below the skyline, casting an eerie ghost-like glow across the landscape. I walk along the perimeter of the […]
CHAPTER ONE Jackie Granger stood behind the wing chair, nervously eyeing the clock above the fireplace, listening to the steady ticking that seemed to grow louder and more irritating with each passing second. It was difficult for her to be here, away from the familiar things of her house; here with her sister Evelyn, […]
(c)2012 by Marti We collected our things and headed out of the lounge to the hall, I was fumbling for the car keys as Jackie moved towards the door. But as Jackie reached for the latch, the door suddenly opened and there stood a rather scruffy older man. Un-like us he didn’t seem surprised, he […]
(c) 2007 by “Mr. Special” aka “The Lord” Cheyenne wildly approached his mare which had been tied between two small wooden walls, allowing access only on the front and back end. His prick went from soft and fleshy to a steely hot spear within a second. As his mare waited full of hot and wet […]
(c) 2013 by Marduk Bill Watts was not that keen on being on the development board for the local administration; he had been appointed when the chap who held the post resigned for personal reasons. It wasn’t as though there was a lot of work and it did interfere with his own interests, but it […]
Go to 1st part Up in her room, Miranda looked in her big mirror to see if she looked any different with her butt-plug in. She decided that she was carrying her hips a bit more forward and her tummy seemed flatter, but either of those could have just been her imagination. “Nothing there to […]
Go to 1st part “You want me to do what?” Miranda asked, her tone both incredulous and accusatory. Kevin Stallings was used to dealing with temperamental models. He kept his own voice low and reasonable. “Simulated. It will just be simulated. They want something more hardcore than what I’ve shot for the domestic market. Different […]
Chapter One The tourists are oblivious, the authorities ignore it, the city folk have forgotten it, but if you venture top into the hinterland on the second Sunday before Carnival fever strikes the country, you just might see it. A race like no other. A race that even the priests place money on. It makes […]
Sometimes when I’m happy, I sing. Sometimes the words get mixed up and what I sing isn’t what the songwriter wrote. So, with apologies to ABBA, it’s not “Fernando” it’s “My Stallion”. (If you dislike belly riding and/or ABBA you’ll hate this.) With apologies to ABBA and to the tune of “Fernando” »My Stallion« Can […]
Go to 1st part Miranda was on her way to Blaisdell Farms for her second breeding session. This one would be different, as Pruett had explained. “Think of this as your society debut. I know you can handle the shows, Larry tells me your club, performances went well, and I’ve seen you charm VIPs like […]
(c) 2017 by uksnowy Another interesting story I was sent, but written by a person whose English wasn’t their first language. I think it needed publishing in the right place and hope it reads well. The 23 year old Norwegian Ingrid Steerstorme cheered along with the crowd as the horses crossed the two mile finishing […]
Public belly riding in the USA. This story continues on from where ‘Laura’s Mare‘ ended. Chapter One The finale of the book that changed my life centred on Carnival, specifically the main character achieving her ambition to belly ride with one of the Samba Schools taking part in Carnival. Living in the USA I knew […]