El Toro—the Bull—was pawing and snorting beyond to door to the plaza de torros, wanting the dance to the death to begin. But I was in no hurry. Part of ascending over him was driving him mad by making him wait for it. If it weren't for brains and guile I would be no match for the Bull. The Bull was a massive brute. I had already pulled on my pink stockings...
Calvin's eyes burned as he slowly adjusted his blurry vision to the bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top of a piece of paper...
"Wowser. At two o'clock and headed in our direction." "Oh, gawd, yes. I see him." Casey muttered back to Phil. "What a hunk in his skimpy little black shorts. And look at those muscles. Delicious. Let's pull up by the bench right up there. If he stops to pet the dog, maybe we can get him to sit down long enough for us to reel him in." And then, in an even m...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...
"Stop that," Cal said with a groan, "You're gonna make me come." "That's the idea," Vince said, lifting his mouth off Cal's cock, his fingers still wrapped around the root of the shaft. They were an hour north of Denver on I-25, outside of Fort Collins, making about as good time as Cal's old rattling F150 pickup could do. Vince had been playing with Cal's e...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stud Farm There is nothing like dawn over a stab...
Sam hit the floor hard, the cheap carpet burning his knees and the palms of his outstretched hands. The office was small and stank of stale liquor and cigar smoke. Sam gathered himself into a crouch, instinctively covering his nakedness. At twenty-four, Sam still had the lithe body of teenager, but benefited from the gentle chiseling bought with hours in the...
I was awakened, lying on my side, my body encased by that of Mustafa's, by the song of a Siva's warbler. It was still pitch dark, but the sounds from outside my tent warned me that it wouldn't be dark all that long and Mustafa needed to get back to his own tent before anyone else in the camp stirred. Mustafa felt me move, and his cock stirred to life inside...
"Now for your turn" leers the old bull, stroking the mushroomed head of his gnarled old cock. The old man starts to get hard again and grabs the husband's head. He slams his cock back in the husband's mouth, brutally facefucking him. "Is that what you want Sissy? To be Daddies pantied cocksucker? "The husband chokes and gags on this vile old man's big cock,...
This is a true first time I sucked a cock, it happened 5-6 years ago and I still crave a big cock but can't find a regular. I had called out of work as me and my longtime girlfriend had broken up and I found out she went to Vegas with a friend of hers and got her first black cock, I was jealous and hurt. I decided to look through craigslist ads, I know wha...