Here I was, prison. It'll be a long 6 months I thought, but it'll be worth it. They'll never find the money I embezzled and hid. I'll be rich when I'm out. I'm a young lawyer, slim but not muscular, well groomed, clean shaven with very little body hair, and a head of thick black hair, delicate soft skin. My only hurdle now is surviving prison for 6 months....
I woke up the next morning a bit hung over. "Did that really happen?" I asked myself. I wandered into the bathroom, took a piss, and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I just stood there and let that happen. I guess the hardest thing for me to understand was that I liked it...I mean I REALLY liked it! Does it make me gay? I poured myself some...
Eric had never really appreciated the attention his girlfriends paid to their grooming until he went in for his first waxing. He'd never thought about his own body hair or how much of a pain it would be to remove it until he'd started sleeping with Mike, and now he understood just how much time and effort it took to stay smooth and hairless. He admired his...
The cot in the room behind the guard's room at Hollins Prison was narrow, but it fit young, below-average-height inmate Ricky and not as young, taller, and more muscular guard Tate. The proof of that was that Tate was managing to lie on top of Ricky without either of them being dumped to the floor. Ricky was panting, tongue flicking out of his mouth and grim...
Alex kisses Benny's forehead and puts his arm around me. I feel a sense of love and pride when we are linked together like this. It's saying to the world this is my family. "Hey, Benny Boo!" Alex whispers. The nickname gets him a giggle from our little munchkin. "Why don't we introduce you to your horse?" He giggles again. Alex walks us as we are over to...
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...
I picked up my phone just as I did every morning to shut off my alarm – I briefly considered throwing it out my window. I didn't move for ten minutes. "Better get up," I said to myself. I had too much to do to waste time staying in bed. I did all the morning usuals – coffee, breakfast, bathroom, and off to start the day. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out...
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I'd better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth. The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented coc...
Chapter Five Sunday, August 25th, 1985 Kyle felt the warmth under him as he fluttered, waking early on this day. He had a broad, bright smile, for today was special. He felt the ruffle of Mike's callused hand, and wondered how he always knew that Kyle was awake. Softly he moved up the dark mat of chest fur and curled under his chin. "Hey," Mike said. "Ha...
Tom and Ben had now been dating for four months. They had settled into a routine of spending two or three nights together during the week and the entire weekend. Despite the age difference, they never had a difficult time finding things to discuss, movies to watch, or ways to pass the time—including a lot of fucking. Ben matched Tom's voracious sexual appeti...