Merry Christmas, Kevin
He had carefully donned his long underwear, under-shirt, and his winter coat in preparation for the year's first romp in the fresh four inches of snow all over the big farmyard.
Cecilia
Cecilia's pale green head crooked too and fro, taking in the farmyard. the goat pen, the cattle fence behind that, the two half-wild cats by the chicken coop...ah, the chicken coop.
FLASH DANCE (Punishment mix)
"had his cock been in his hands i would've whipped him like a farmyard animal, but since he came just from the pleasure of serving and from his own outfit, i think it's rather appealing."
Quinn's Farm: Chapter 2 - The Burglar
Slowly the two forms began to walk across the farmyard as quinn gave a nod to jimzo and benny who both nodded back with a smile.
Theo and Jace: Part Three
Jace looked up from the floor and raised one of his eyes brows saying, "why the fuck are you talking to me like i'm a farmyard animal? i'm not a startled horse, i'm a fucking dire wolf! treat me like one, jesus."
Bath Time at the Home Farm
Tim knew he was paying the price for what he did earlier that day, when he put his own load in the bull when he caught him working out in the farmyard, fixing up that old barn...he'd jumped the bull and been rough...but now dave was being gentle, even considering
Drakensang Chapter 7
Sight of the farmyards at the evening had always worked wonders on her. this time however it was different. a chilly breeze that came from the sea washed her over, making her shudder visibly. it wasn't out of cold, or at least not entirely.
Country Hospitality
We passed some fields - i had no idea what, if anything, he was growing there; not corn, at least - and a couple of worn-looking barns with flaking paint and graying shingles, until moon stopped the car in the middle of a farmyard.
Quinn's Farm: Chapter 2 - The Burglar
Slowly the two forms began to walk across the farmyard as quinn gave a nod to jimzo and benny who both nodded back with a smile.
Country Pursuits
The mare leads me across a farmyard, and out towards a huge country manor made of sandy-white portland stone. the mare tugs on the chain, but i can't help glancing sideways at the spires and turrets and ten-foot windows which make up this building.
Somebody's Got To Do The Dirty Work - Part 1
Every time he thinks he's done with me, i spit out blood and give him a curse, a slight or another reference to the sexual preferences of me towards him, his colleague, his prospective or non-existent wife, his father and mother, and the farmyard animals they
Beloved Daughter
Then i picked christine up and carried her across the farmyard. she giggled and hugged me. she always loved to be carried. when we entered the backroom, christine went "woooow!", and i was inclined to agree.