As we sit there, he orders our dinner, I opt for something lighter, a sandwich if you will. We eat in silence, his arm never leaving my side while he eats his food with one hand. As the server clears our plates, Mike looks at me, turns my face towards his, and whispers, "I want you to be my new pup." I look back, confused, but I stop just before tilting...
Just a quick word from the author. I've never experienced puppy play first hand, so if there are any critiques or advice you would like to share, please do so. ————————————————————- We're laying in the bed next to each other, his hand over my body, rubbing slightly against my stomach, he's half asleep, which, after all that energy he just expelled, I'm no...
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...
Mike tugged on the leash as I was admiring myself in the mirror, "come boy." I turn and start following him, "hey Mike, hold on!" Ken shouts. Ken was walking towards us with a bag, handing it to Mike, "here's his clothes, plus a couple of other things you'll need that match his color scheme. If you ever feel like sharing him, just bring him in back." I...
Chapter One "You said you wanted to know when the bitch dropped them. And if you want to see them before I put them down, you'd better get over here fast." Clyde had jolted Ken out of a deep sleep. It had been a rough day. Classes at the college, followed by football practice. Then he had to stop at the pharmacy on the way home and pick up Laurie's prescri...
It wasn't even my idea to see the trainer in the first place. I'm not a dog person. Never have been. And no, I'm not one of those cat elitists, although to be honest if I had to choose between the two at least cats have the self-respect to leave you alone once in a while. I guess I just wasn't used to the whole thing; the only pet I ever had growing up was...
They had first met in an insurgent camp outside Yogyakarta in the Indonesian jungle, far from their own country of the Philippines. In the Philippines there was little chance that they would have met, especially while the Americans were still there in force, but even in more recent years when the government had been weak and taken up with internal squabbling...
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...
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...
I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown. I wasn't exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40,...