1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 20: Got Wood?


    Date: 8/5/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Straight Sex, Extreme, Hardcore, Teen, Written by women, Teen, Author: barbielez, Source: sexstories.com

    Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-19”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I was spending the weekend at my mother’s country house. Before going any further, let me clarify; I mean a house that happens to be in the country, not an actual country house (I wish). So, after a long bus ride, I finally arrived at the miniscule bus station that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere (which it was). My mother was already waiting for me and did not leave my side until hours later when we finally decide to retire for the night. As much as I loved my mother, I was feeling smothered. That is why I decided to go for a walk when I awoke at 6:07 the next morning. Slipping into one my usual skimpy outfits (a tank-top and a short skirt), I ...
    stepped out into the chilly morning air, which hit me like a ton of bricks. I was no longer used to breathing in car exhaust-free air—that is what I get for spending the past four years of your life in the biggest city in the province. Memories of my childhood came flooding back and I started to wonder what had convinced me to move to the city after all those happy years spent living in the country. Ah yes, the shattered dream of becoming a screenwriter. Then again, I am kind of happy that dream never came true because I might not be writing this now. But that is enough reminiscing, let me get back to the story at hand. Closing the door behind me, I stepped out into the rejuvenating morning air and strolled down the driveway. But halfway there, I stopped. Doing a one-eighty, I marched toward the house. Instead of heading for the door, I circled the building and entered the wood behind it. Following a narrow path that meandered through the trees, I inhaled the familiar smells of the trees, moss and dirt. A satisfied sigh escaped me; it was good to be back. Having forgotten all about my smothering mother, I strolled through the woods, a giddy smile plastered across my face. I was so pleased to be surrounded by nature once more that I almost started to skip. Almost. After a few minutes, I heard a branch crack. Freezing, I glanced around and soon spotted a deer strolling through the forest. From the massive antlers that stood atop his head, I instantly knew he was a stag. Standing ...
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