Going Down On the Farm

By Clee Riall

Life isn’t easy on the family farm where Rainie lives with her stern father, Lucius. When the property comes under threat, Lucius, after being assured of his daughter's purity, decides to follow antiquated customs and offer her up for marriage to the son of a neighboring farmer. Rainie has a defiant streak and will do whatever she must to avoid having her innocence sold to secure property rights. When a handsome new black farmhand begins work on her family’s land, Rainie sees the perfect opportunity to get back at her father and take a little ebony pleasure of her own.

A note: The steamy story contained here is for those ages 18+! Not over 18? Not gonna be able to read it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clee Riall
• Release date: Apr 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310883453

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Clee Riall

Going Down

On the Farm

© 2016

Rainlyn!

Lucius’s sharp twang sliced through the quiet fields. As long as Rainie could remember, her father’s voice could cut diamonds. She didn’t respond. Why couldn’t he call her Rainie like everyone else did? Her mother bestowed the precipitous moniker on her the day she was born, explaining there was record rainfall when the baby girl came screaming into the world. She’d been christened Rainlyn Alberta Lund, Lucius and Brenda’s only child.

Pushing long blonde bangs from her crystal blue eyes, Rainie cupped her hand over the cigarette she was lighting as she stood behind the hayloft on the family’s 150 acres. As working farms went, it was pretty small. As families went, hers was a fractured mess. Brenda rode out on the first farmhand who smiled her way 10 years previous, leaving Rainie with her resentful father. Lucius never talked about Brenda, but his daughter could tell her mother’s departure hollowed him. It didn’t help that Rainie grew up to look the spitting image of her mother, so much that the girl noticed her father had a hard time looking her in the eye.

Rainie took a long drag on her cigarette, watching the tip dissolve to ash. A whole pack of Salems could last her a month since she only smoked them to have something to do with her hands while she slacked off from her chores. Even though she was 20, her dad let her know that as long as she lived under his roof,