I leisurely walked into the bar. It was a dingy Friday night with dimmed lights and Beethoven playing on low. The place carried a depressing atmosphere, with oak furniture and floral patterned art nouveau wallpaper. There was however one little ray of sunshine. That little ray of sunshine was a nineteen year old wearing light skinny jeans and a white sleevel...
Okay so last time he had just stuck the stogie in my mouth. I was tasting my first puffs of premium cigar smoke and it was good! I took lots of quick little puffs, as if concerned about it being all the way lit, the cigar moved up and down in my mouth. I saw it jutting way out in the middle of my peripheral vision, and thought, hey, wow, I'm smoking a cigar....
WAR! dum-dum, dum-dum-dum! What is it good for? Absolutely NUTHIN'! Just change "War" to "Fame," and you've got the story of my life. Absolutely nuthin'. Back in the day, I got endorsement money for saying, "I wear Gazackstahegen Gym Shoes" or "I always keep my jewels in a Bazonga Athletic Supporter!" Back then Schwarzenegger made his money and fame winnin...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
Carson melted into the crook of Mr. Armisen's arm, the light of the TV flickering over his face as some action movie played out on the screen. But he wasn't focused on the film. His eyes were glued to the man beside him. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Carson wondered aloud. Armisen looked down at him and smiled. "I could ask you the same thing." It w...
"I can't believe I'd never seen that before!" Matt exclaimed, as the closing credits of 'Spinal Tap' started to roll. "And you call yourself cultured," Benny scoffed condescendingly, though a smile at Matt's enthusiasm slipped through at the end. "So, what other kinds of stuff do you like?" "Other kinds of stuff?" "Yeah. You know, books, music, theater....
It was a Friday night and Curtis had no plans. He was looking forward to spending the night in and to himself. His roommate, Craig, was gone for the weekend visiting his parents back in Texas and Curtis couldn't have been happier to have their New York City apartment all to himself. They had met in their freshman year at NYU and had been roommates through...
Chris wanted out of the Nevada desert. The dust piping his sinuses heightened anxiety. His old 99' Buick rolled its last leg—just making it to Rick's Auto on the intersection of nothing. There was an attached gas station that had not spilled gas in a decade. He pulled up near an open garage with breaks squealing. He rubbed and flipped open his worn leather w...
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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. **** Breaking Convention The convention heaved with at...