Agent Ranch Hand
Bio
Writing is my hobby and I like to create fun sexy stories. They are always fiction, unless otherwise noted. Follow me for more.
Stories (5/0)
Under The Spell of a Winter Witch
A reaping of rabbit was hung over the fire. The hut was warm and smelled of freshly skinned meat and berries. Spices were coated onto the meat and the fat was dripping into the fire, igniting the flames, advancing it and parting shadows, creating mountain passes. The smoke was spectral in its passage through the nick in the ceiling. She sat on the floor, chanting a repetition of cant that her mother had passed to her. The movements in her neck, shoulders, and hands were a dance in the dark room, a striptease to the gods and goddesses of old.
By Agent Ranch Hand10 months ago in Filthy
LiLY's WaLK WiTH GoD'S eYe (LiLY'S FieLD PaRT 1)
He looked at the inquisitive fox. Her fur, red and black, lines of white so bright but covered carelessly in mud and so much man’y majick. He hated man’y things. He reached down to Lily, and her eyes brightened as a fox’s do when they display their fangs. Then he scowled down at her and looked into her dark brown eyes. She was trapped in his black ones.
By Agent Ranch Hand11 months ago in Fiction
La Luna
NOT THE ACTUAL EVENTS If I were a comedian telling you the story about how my daughter, Jamie, was conceived, I would tell you it started out by me asking my friend to a concert, but I don’t do it funny. We were a couple of nineteen-year-olds at Portland State University. I was studying Liberal Arts, and Sadie was there for a Business Degree. She wanted to sell clothes up on NW23rd where the fashion district was flourishing. This was way before that area became a landfill of Korean nail salons, porn mongers, and pretentious tattoo shops. Heroin junkies and homeless apparitions still hovered on the south end of the bridges, so uptown was about as nice as it got.
By Agent Ranch Hand11 months ago in Filthy
LiLY's FieLD (a PReLuDe)
Lily slinked up an ash tree. Broken, it lay upon the mud. Her tongue, long and red, matched her fur. Dry was her breath, and vulgar from too little to drink. Lily traded stealth and cunning for hunger and anxiety. She was careless in her hunt. It had been two days since meat, less by a day since water. The creek was now dry. It was only mud and scattered puddles of unclean water from here on.
By Agent Ranch Hand11 months ago in Fiction
