The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 79: The Stallion - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 79: The Stallion

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 1-78”. *** 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 love to write. Unfortunately, it is not possible for me to make a living from my passion. Yet. Because of this, I usually take a month off in spring and return to my hometown for what I like to call a “workation” (work vacation). This year was no different. As usual, my father was nice enough to let me stay with him for a month. We get along famously, so our time spent together was great. At least that was the plan… For some reason, each year I forget just how little privacy my childhood house offers. None of the doors have locks, which means that masturbation is not an option. It was thus only a matter of days before I found myself trapped in a ...

... constant state of arousal. For most, this would have been a problem, but for me it was just an opportunity to enjoy more of my vivid fantasies. I had been working for four days straight and I had finally gotten into the rhythm of things. In fact, I was on my way home after a hard day’s work when I experienced my first fantasy. It was a still early in the afternoon, yet I was completely exhausted. Just keeping my eyes open was a struggle. For some reason, the small village I grew up in is home to more horses than any other region I have visited in all of the province of Quebec. It was thus no big surprise when I drove by half a dozen horses grazing in a field. What was unusual was my reaction. I had driven past those particular horses twice daily for the past four days, yet this was the first time I truly noticed them. They were all beautiful, athletic beasts. I am no equine expert, yet I could tell they were pure breeds. One of them in particular caught my eye. He was a massive stallion. “Wow!” I gasped as my gaze landed on him. The mere sight of him sent a shiver running through me. It started at the base of my neck and ran all the way down my spine before migrating to my pussy. “Uh-oh!” I muttered as I noticed something between the steed’s hind legs. My eyes kept darting between the road and the beautiful animal, but I immediately recognized the half-erect manhood that stood between his legs. I felt my arousal spike and instantly knew a fantasy was on its way. Knowing how ...