Reading 'Better off Bred' will tell you all you ever need to know about me.
If, dear reader you try one of my stories and dislike the content, please don't read the others, you won't enjoy them.
Unless clearly marked as fiction, my stories are true. For those who are attracted to my stories because of the tags and are disappointed at the lack of gratuitous sex not to mention unrealistic but seemingly popular acts. Please note that those things happen in fiction. Real life isn't the same.
A Better off Bred Story (3) If you have read 'Better off Bred' you know Laura and I. If you have read 'Deacon's Tale' then you, dear reader, already know who Patricia is. If you haven't read them you might get confused soon.
A little story about an annual competition held between six rather special and very private clubs. Warning: Not my usual kind of story. Proceed with care. Please read the codes first. Enjoy (I hope)
I'm a dog girl. I like dogs, I've always liked dogs, more recently I learned to really love them, to fuck them, now I was to learn how to train them to fuck other dog girls.
The tourists are oblivious, the authorities ignore it, the city folk have forgotten it, but if you venture up 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 fortunes and breaks them just as easily. Officially it is the Brazilian Triple Crown Trotting Race but everyone who knows just calls it The Triple.
