It was August 17th, 2053. One year to the day that my world ended. I was doing my worst habit, watching old videos of Ted. Everybody told me that would make it harder for me to move on. It wasn't helping me move forward, it was just keeping me stuck in the past. I knew that that was true, but I couldn't make myself delete the videos. I couldn't even avoid w...
Officer Daniels sat at his desk the next morning. The night was long, and other than finding those statues at the museum there was nothing to go on. No sign of forced entry. Sure they found a couple duffel bags, and those statues were dressed like they were breaking in. But that's crazy. The curator was out of town and was scheduled to fly in today so he wou...
It was 1pm and we were finishing rehearsing in our studio for the morning when my phone rang and Damien's name appeared on the screen. He was a sound engineer, who had worked with us in the studio for about four months. He had done a great job on the album. He had a really good ear for music and was good at his job. "Hey, Mark, how you doing?" he asked. "G...
Hey, friends. Thank you for your kind words; I'm sure many of you suffer from your own demons, and it's nice to be met with such understanding. Hopefully y'all will find the narrative labels practically and stylistically acceptable. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about them. I can't promise updates particularly soon, but I have the story completely...
This is an entry to the 2017 Winter Holidays Contest. A while back, I was asked to write a story centring on "a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche." If you don't follow rugby, the front row are the loosehead prop (with "1" on his shirt), the hooker ("2", between the props) and the tighthead prop ("3"), and are known for being the powerho...
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...
I waited a few days before talking to Rachel. I knew I was going to come out to her, and it wasn't going to be an easy thing to do. One evening, she called me to find out when we'd be out of the studio and I knew the time had come. I went to her place and told her the whole truth. She was gobsmacked of course. She refused to believe me and asked me a millio...
Avery crunched the numbers over again but each time he did, it kept coming up the same, the money just wasn't there. Renting the warehouse was going to break them. Trash hadn't even considered the cost of utilities in his estimates. He didn't take into account buying furniture, even if it was used. "We wouldn't need much." He told Avery, "Maybe a couch, a ta...
Warmth from the afternoon sun enveloped my being, rays of heat and light dancing across my skin. Even behind my sunglasses and closed eyes, sunlight strained to blind me as I leaned into the lounge chair, facing the, no doubt, bright blue sky. In nothing but my board shorts, I welcomed the heat, though, enjoying the week of higher than usual temperatures i...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. ***** Nicholas week began with a morning session with his new plastic lover. While the bathroom made things easiest if he was willing to work, morning wood wasn'...