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. ***** Stallions after Hours Jason yawned and stretched...
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn't believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy's cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy's business partner, Mort Whitley, had drive...
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...
"Still hurt, Sequence?" Tulip asked as she helped him wash the next morning. "My arms are ok. My side still hurts a bit. A little tear. I'll be ok." Sequence replied quietly. "You nervous?" Daffodil said. "Can't walk in those shoes. I'll fall, he'll be angry." "Small, high steps." "High?" "Yeah, lift your knees high but keep the steps small." "Ok, I c...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
My name is Scott. I'm twenty-two years old, I'm a professional ballet dancer with the Chandler Theatre. I've had fourteen years of ballet training, I have the coordination, agility and the stage presence that a dancer needs to be a success. I also do nude modeling and sexually explicit videos. At some point during my career at the Chandler Theatre, one of...
It was Sunday morning. I had just showered and toweled myself off. I walked into my bedroom and was about to get dressed when I discovered that I had a text message from Darya on my phone. It said simply, "Meet me in Nari's apartment. I will tell you about test # 9." Darya had promised that I could be her boyfriend if I passed twelve difficult tests of her...
The sequel to Contraction. ***** "Your future is with me now." With those six words I became Cody's boyfriend and he became my saviour. Jenny and I were over. Two years of an incredible sexual journey had ended with threats and recrimination. I had been thrown out of the house I had shared with her for almost the entire relationship, and a cloud of humil...
[For an earlier story in the NYPD vice detective Mike Kavanagh series, see "Inevitable Case."] Mike Kavanagh stood at the French balcony window of his "seen better times" hotel on Canal Street, looking at the festival parade units forming below him, and then beyond to the western edge of the French Quarter. He was lucky to have found a residence hotel this...