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Sturgeon Creek Publishing
Mucking and Fucking (erotica, short story, M/F, couples erotica)
Mucking and Fucking (erotica, short story, M/F, couples erotica)
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Shawn was a nice guy doing what he could to survive in the terrible economy. His choices for work were slim, so he took what he could: shoveling shit at a local riding stable. It had the benefit of seeing beautiful women in tight breeches, a thought that made his own jeans pretty tight. And when he meets Christy, he finds she's got a hidden passion for him.
One day, while working in the hay loft, Shawn finds Christy seeking him out. She wants him, badly. And despite the sweltering summer heat, they make some serious heat of their own.
EXCERPT:
Christy paused for a moment, giving Shawn a good looking over. She guessed him to be in his mid-twenties—probably close to her age. His short blond hair seemed pale in contrast to his tanned body—what she could see of it. Muscles bulged from his arms, and his legs looked plenty fit too. And once again, she noted the prominence in his jeans. Then there were his eyes: the most crystal clear blue she’d ever seen. All in all, she liked the look of him. “How long have you been working here?”
He glanced up. “Oh, ’bout six months now.”
“Do you like it?”
“Mmm, has its days. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Bills to pay and all.” He tossed a forkful of manure into the wheelbarrow. “You’d think a college degree would get me something better than shoveling shit.”
“A degree?”
“In business management…But all I seem to be managing is manure.” He finished the stall, pushed the wheelbarrow out, and gave her a polite nod. “Suppose you have some riding to do.”
“Yes, yes, I do. Gonna be in a show soon and need to learn my test,” Christy replied.
“Good luck,” he replied, pushing the wheelbarrow out to the manure pile. His hard-on refused to go away. “Not funny,” he growled as he tipped the wheelbarrow into the pile.
One day, while working in the hay loft, Shawn finds Christy seeking him out. She wants him, badly. And despite the sweltering summer heat, they make some serious heat of their own.
EXCERPT:
Christy paused for a moment, giving Shawn a good looking over. She guessed him to be in his mid-twenties—probably close to her age. His short blond hair seemed pale in contrast to his tanned body—what she could see of it. Muscles bulged from his arms, and his legs looked plenty fit too. And once again, she noted the prominence in his jeans. Then there were his eyes: the most crystal clear blue she’d ever seen. All in all, she liked the look of him. “How long have you been working here?”
He glanced up. “Oh, ’bout six months now.”
“Do you like it?”
“Mmm, has its days. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Bills to pay and all.” He tossed a forkful of manure into the wheelbarrow. “You’d think a college degree would get me something better than shoveling shit.”
“A degree?”
“In business management…But all I seem to be managing is manure.” He finished the stall, pushed the wheelbarrow out, and gave her a polite nod. “Suppose you have some riding to do.”
“Yes, yes, I do. Gonna be in a show soon and need to learn my test,” Christy replied.
“Good luck,” he replied, pushing the wheelbarrow out to the manure pile. His hard-on refused to go away. “Not funny,” he growled as he tipped the wheelbarrow into the pile.
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