The first day of my college experience, I was eighteen. Because of the Advanced Placement programs at my high school I was entering the college world with my Freshman year already done. That meant no freshman hazing. No last picks for classes. No stupid Freshman only rules. It was gonna be great. I decided not to join a fraternity until I got into the flow...
The candy cane trails across my lips and I open them eagerly, sucking the tip into my mouth. "Ready for this, puppy?" "Yes Sir!" I answer, grinning up at him. "Good boy," he murmurs. "Gonna make you all pretty, puppy." "Really?" "Oh yes. Close your eyes." I obey immediately, shivering as I feel him peel off my clothes. "Lift your arms," he says, pullin...
Matteo ran fiercely at first, but the raw and simple fact was, that he didn't have a lot of strength. The pads of flesh on his sides and flanks were wasted, and his ribs and hip bones were visible even through his thick reddish coat. The wind cut through his thick fur and froze his weakened body. The woods was alien to him. All of the scents were strange an...
(Well my pups here's is chapter 4 hope you enjoy Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual relationships are over 18 years of age, and no minors are sexually exploited in this content. In no way are actual events or persons depicted. This is my own fictional story and my characters and my places are mine and my own. Also I thank Tia my new editor she is...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
The following is a complete work of fiction. Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission....
Vince Tranter looks out over the countryside, the sun is setting and is painting vivid hues of red, orange and gold on a canvas of cumulus clouds in the distance. Anthony would get so excited at seeing such a beautiful sunset. Vince remembers on many occasions Anthony would often drag him into the garden to watch them. They would hug, embracing each other at...
Author's note: While this story is pure fiction, I recently have been curious about Puppy Play, so I decided to do what I do, and write about it. I have been researching and what not, but as always, I welcome critiques. ————————————————— I have been struggling with life for a while now. I was suddenly all alone in my two bedroom house, and I won't go int...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
This story has some non-consent appearing here and there: If you don't like such things, please don't read. Other than that, enjoy! -Rinique ************************* They howled even though they hadn't shifted forms, the sound sharp and frightening, raising hairs on the back of his neck. Leaping over a decaying log, covered in moss and mushrooms, Damien...