Southern Stables (P.2)

I especially hate when people act like its the end of the world and by up all the bread and milk as if they will never have it again.
 
Haha. I know. im glad I dont have to deal with it but once or twice a year. But it comes back during Hurricane season.
 
Howdy y'all! How's life?

Hello my dear! ;) *kisses your hand, and then lays out on the couch*

Good to see you're still around. How's life in the South? It's a cool summer, but it looks like it's going to rain tonight, which I love hearing the sound of rain on the window... Good snuggling weather! ;)
 
Hey there love. It's always relaxing for me to hear the rain. I don't know why, maybe some little bit of my soul is a poet.
 
Good Evening,

I love a warm evening rain after a hot humid day. Just feels good to just rinse the day off, change into something comfortable and watch the stars in good company.
 
Nothing like the rain in the background while nestled between warm thighs....
 
I know exactly what you mean. Thankfully I can spend my days nude in such hot and sticky weather. I don't usually, but it's always nice to know that I can.
 
I know exactly what you mean. Thankfully I can spend my days nude in such hot and sticky weather. I don't usually, but it's always nice to know that I can.

Such a delectable fantasy... ;)

But I like the rain because it brings cool air with it. It's very refreshing. :)
 
Thats the best thing about having this kind of privacy. Its in a nature to roam and explore. Feel our senses ignite in nature and lose our inhibitions. I am always eager to run in the open field, perhaps get lost in another mind.
 
You know, I feel inspired... I'm going to spend tonight naked.
Sitting quietly on the front porch in the buff.
 
An Introduction

Fulmineo turns onto the path leading up to the ranch. As he maneuvered his car up the path, he thought back to when he was last there. No one had known he was there, as that was a purely scouting mission to check the place out. As he watched from a window that night, the owner of the ranch met with a she wolf she seemed acquainted with. Seeing the wolf woman, he was reminded of the wolf tattoo on his arm.

As he watched, the rancher followed instructions she received from the wolf. Never before had he seen a woman be so submissive, and it made him wonder what it felt like to exert such control over one. As he watched the rancher displayed herself to the other woman, he began to harbor thoughts of joining them, hoping to join in on the fun. But it wasn't meant to be for as he watched, the both of them disappeared before his very eyes.

Ever since then, Fulmineo had been itching for another similar opportunity, but his work kept him away. Serving his country took up a good portion of his time, but he'd finally been able to secure an entire weekend to himself.

As he drew closer to the ranch, Fulmineo threw his car into park and opened his door and stepped out to survey his surroundings. Seeing everything was clear, he removed his hip holster along with his weapon and reached into the car to place his weapon safely in the glove compartment. While he was in there he took the keys out of the ignition and exited the car fully, closing the door. He leaned into the driver's side view mirror to get a final look at himself. The view from the mirror was a limited but he could see his business suit and that his tie was askew, so he adjusted.

After straightening himself, Fulmineo took a deep breath and walked up to the ranch's front door. raised his hand and knocked.
 
Claude... Now you have me thinking of Nyotamori. And how I use big words and it's funny because everyone wonders how I know that word :D
 
Claude... Now you have me thinking of Nyotamori. And how I use big words and it's funny because everyone wonders how I know that word :D

Maybe because you're a writer and know how to write with eloquence. Yet at the same time, give that primal, animalistic feel to your work ;)
 
Maybe because you're a writer and know how to write with eloquence. Yet at the same time, give that primal, animalistic feel to your work ;)

That's a lovely way of saying it. I just don't write how I speak. It's so southern-ese you won't understand a word.
 
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