We ate a light dinner that night, light and romantic. Roger had set the table with candles and the fine china. The wine was a perfect cabernet and it was having its way with my inhibitions as we finished dinner and sipped the last of a full bottle. I had dressed for him in my finest black silk stockings, black garter belt, 5" spike heels and a very sheer f...
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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
i like to think of myself as urbane, and i like to think of San Francisco as the ultimate urbane city. it really is just the way it looks in movies. Slick. Clean. Great architecture. Lots of live music if you know where to look. But i also like to daydream too much. i was at my favorite Japanese steakhouse, thinking about how good the city looked at night. F...
Sun rays winnowed through rose-coloured sheers gracefully adrift on a warm summer breeze, before resting gently upon Sam's high-arched cheekbone. I felt blessed to be able to witness what only twenty-four hours earlier, I had only wondered. I was awake long before the sun rose, long before Sam stirred. I'd time to watch her chest rise and fall as she peace...
When my eyes opened the next day I was slightly disorientated, not quite knowing where I was. I quickly realized I was naked, lying on a couch, covered by a light sheet, but not sure how , where or why. Then the events of the previous night came flooding back and I sat up with a slight gasp, the sheets falling away from my ripe, firm breasts, and I hastily p...
For 51 year old Kelly Flynn, owner and operator of The Village Inn, a rather rundown dive bar in the sleepy town of Newport in central New York, March 20th was just another day. Because Spring had not yet come she would only get the locals, and so soon after many of them had tied one too many on for St. Patrick's Day, the bar would likely be quiet. For Deni...
Cold steel. It's the feel of restriction, of futile struggle. It's around my wrists and barring my access to freedom. It cuts the shafts of sunlight into pale ribbons that lie uselessly across the concrete floor. All this for a little public disturbance? Give me a break. They should be out there catching real criminals. Clang Clang Clangety Clang. Some co...
Eating Peaches, Peeling Bananas My girlfriend, Clara, is always berating me for not eating a healthy diet. While she's drinking organic apple juice or mineral water fresh from some Alpine glacier, I'm happier slurping on a Beck's or guzzling a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Of course, she always makes sure that she has an apple or apricot in her lunch box whilst I'...
Gosh I love computers. I had just got the new large screen Apple laptop and I was flying to Atlanta, Georgia. When she brushed past me to take the window seat I really didn't pay that much attention, other than to notice her musk perfume as I breathed in her fragrance. "Wow," I heard her say as she looked at my computer, "that's a big screen." Leaning...
It had taken her a while to forgive me. And although she did eventually forgive me, I knew she'd never forget that I suggested us having a threesome. With women 'forgive and forget' always morphed into 'forgive but remember everything' so that the next time you argued they could beat you over the head with it. Arguing with a woman is a losing situation. Th...