fter serving just over 20 years in the Air Force, I made the ultimate job switch: to farmer and author. It was a drastic change, not to mention a drastic pay cut! I’ve been writing 25+ years and have been published in a variety of media: book, newspaper, photography, and magazine. I love to write, it seems to be a passion I can’t ever seem to satisfy.
Farm Girls are Dirty (erotica, short story. farm girls, threesome- F/F/M)by K. Rowe
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Gwen never expected to get the phone call that her parents were dead. Now, she finds herself in rural Ohio trying to get their farm ready to sell. She's happier back in San Francisco with Emma, her partner. But when she lays eyes on farm boy, Travis, the bi side of her gets a wild hankering for some real male. And she wants die-hard lesbian, Emma to give it a try too.
Come along for a romp as this naughty pair of women entice a lonely farmer into joining them for a night of wild passion. Will Emma give in to Gwen's wishes? Will she find pleasure in a man?
They may think they're city folk, but in his eyes, they're the dirtiest farm girls he's ever known.
Gwen went to town to buy groceries. When she strolled down the aisle of the tiny store, she saw him, the farm boy, as Emma decided he should be called. Nope, he wasn’t a boy, he was all man, definitely. And now she could get a little closer look at him. Truly, he wasn’t bad looking at all. Perhaps he needed a bit of a shave and maybe a haircut, but overall, he was probably the best looking guy she’d seen since she got here. Certainly a far cry from the scraggly, beer-gutted men that smelled of engine oil and looked like they greased their hair with it too. This guy was lean and quite trim. Gwen wondered what her chances were. It was a small town, and there seemed to be a ratio of more guys to chicks, so she figured her chances were good.
Making her way over, she stopped at a shelf next to him. “Hmm,” she said. “Damn, they don’t carry the brand I like.”
“Well, ma’am, this’s a small town, unless you go to the city, there’s not much here.” He spoke with a fairly strong southern accent, Gwen thought a little too strong for Ohio.
She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes. “I see there’s some things here.”
He studied her for a moment. “Didn’t I see you at the old Spencer place the other day?”
“Spencer? No, that was my parent’s farm—the Wilson’s. They got killed in a car accident.”
“Oh, gee, I’m sorry. Yeah, I read about that in the paper…Your pa was Michael?”
“Yeah.” She managed a fake sniff for emphasis.
“He was a nice feller, I was gonna help him bring in his hay crop.”
She leaned against the shelf. “Well, I suppose it still needs bringing in.”
He looked at his hand, wiped it on his jeans and offered it to her. “Oh, um, I’m Travis, Travis Carson. My folks got about five hundred acres spread out around where your farm is.”
Gwen took his hand; it was rough with callouses. “Gwen Wilson…And I guess that explains why I saw you going by.”
“Yeah, we got two hundred acres in a parcel across from you. I’d just finished mowin’ and was headin’ home for supper.”
She tried to hide a smile. Yes, an idea was forming. “You live with your parents?”
“Kinda. Got a house out back I built ’bout six years ago. I figure they’d like their privacy.”
“So, you live by yourself?”
Travis nodded. “Yup. Ain’t got no woman in my life, so I stay there.”
“Ah, I see.”
He grabbed a roll of paper towels and tossed it in his basket. “Ya’ll aren’t from around these parts.”
“No, Emma and I are from San Francisco. Really, we’re just here getting everything in order so the farm can be sold.”
“Sellin’? Hmm, pity. That’s an awful nice place you got.”
“Well, Emma and I are city folk. The country is beautiful, but I’m not sure either of us could handle living here permanently.”
“Emma? That’s your girlfriend?”
The way he said “girlfriend” led Gwen to believe he thought Emma was just that: a female friend. Little did Travis know, she was a whole lot more. “Yeah, we’ve known each other over a year,” she said, grabbing a pack of paper napkins. “She didn’t wanna come out here, but I convinced her the change in scenery would be good for her.”
Travis chuckled. “Lots of pretty scenery to be had here.”
“Yes, right.” Gwen felt her clit tingle and throb. She wanted this guy. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, fire away.”
“What are you doing for dinner?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, probably gonna have leftovers from the other night.”
“That doesn’t sound very appetizing. How about some fresh Italian cooking?”
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