It's been two months since I returned home to Chicago. That first week, I would burst into tears at the drop of a hat. I cried myself to sleep every night. I wasn't crying as much these days, but I still thought of Butch often and it made me miserable. Jen called me regularly to make sure I was okay. I know she's worried about me. If I didn't have her to t...
Hell makes a small-town college quarterback a Bi stud * St. Naphtali State College was under the gun. We had been district champs for years--since before I became a student--but our football record was threatened by money. Money and a legion of robots. The money was Vazcla College. With a statewide collection of Internet students, it had money. Wallowing...
Hey, Just a quickie before you go onto the story. This chapter is a little different from the previous ones, as you'll find out if you decide to read on. I've had a lot of feedback, which I really appreciate by the way, and a lot of people have said the chapters are too short. What I've tried to do with this entry, and all of my other current stories, is le...
With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a reputation for capturing the mood of the marital suite with discretion and sensitivit...
The warmth of the sun hit me after such a long time in the dark and dirty recesses of Master S's world. The fact I was wearing heavy duty rubber panties and bra became all too apparent as I started to perspire, not that I could take my hoodie off in the area I was about to walk through and with what I was wearing under my shirt. I started to walk on my sti...
When I was 18 years old, I was kidnapped. Except, it wasn't your typical kidnapping. There was no ransom call, no revenge plot, nothing. Nothing except a couple of seriously fucked up, twisted minds of some seriously fucked up, twisted psychopaths. It was the summer after I graduated high school. My best friend Lacy and I embarked on a 2 month backpacking...
Tannery. A place where animal hides are tanned; the workshop of a tanner. That didn't help. Tanning. The art or process by which a hide is tanned; a sound spanking. What? An article - Tanning (Leather) Spanking and leather. I felt like everything I found out about Levi just complicated things and made him harder to understand. I was waist-deep in rese...
*Phew! Story line done! I am never going to do that again. I will close off Tenderness and New World before I dare start another, I have learned my lesson, I promise. This, I can safely say, is my darkest story line, and apparently, you like the dark, so all I can hope is that you will appreciate the way I tie things up. PS, I wrote the last third of the s...
3 Power Corrupts The big, golden male gazed enraptured at the lithe brunette who straddled him. As often as they shared their bodies, it still awed the older man that all this beauty was his and his alone. The dark tresses framed an angelic face, flushed and damp from their lovemaking. The expressive, espresso eyes were closed and the red, kiss-swollen lip...
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. All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to...