I. The night air was cool and refreshing after the heat of the party. Too many people and music too loud for such a confined space. You wouldn't have thought that such a big house in the middle of nowhere would have felt confining but when you crowd almost a hundred people in it then things can get crowded pretty fast. It seemed that Todd knew everyone and...
Minerva lay on the ground unable to move without pain, fortunately she was able to hold on to her bag when she fell. She opened it with her uninjured hand and took out a bottle of water crying out when she instinctively tried to use her injured hand to open the bottle. Tears flowed as she waited for the pain to ebb, when it finally did she opened the bottle...
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...
My husband is a pervert. Why do I say this? Because he is constantly thinking about sex, reading erotica, loves experimentation with me, and enjoys trying to get me to be as much of a pervert as he is. We are not swingers nor do we have an open relationship. We have been married for three years and have a very active sex life. I hate to use the word slut so...
I sat back on my haunches and flipped my white hair backwards over my shoulder. I could smell the water of that pool, and if I just got closer, I'd find it for sure. I crept up the dirt path, the dark soil moist between my fingers as I crawled. I could smell the leaves, the rott of the earth. But I knew it wasn't real earth. We were elves, and we lived in t...
Another sleepless night, the dark enveloping me like a lover’s embrace. My mind wouldn’t let me sleep; Aaron Black’s cock was ripping through my pussy and brain over and over. His muscles, his face, the power in those cold, cold eyes, they all haunted me. The phone rang. “Hello?” “Come over.” “Aaron, how did you get this number?” “I wanted it. So I got...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.* Aaron Timms hated Christmas. His father, a sergeant with the Colfax Police Department was killed on Christmas. Sergeant Michael Timms and h...
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ* The character Mykal is a pre-op FTM transsexual. He is a recurring character in my stories, and his name is pronounced like "Michael". I was supposed to meet Aaron and Mykie in our hotel room in L.A. They'd been there for a couple days already, steadfastedly refusing to pick up the phone whenever I called, just like normal. I fig...
"Is the baby down yet." I heard her sigh, then say, "Yah, he was very tired." "Good. Now you can relax." "Oh, I already started. I've almost finished my second glass of wine." She doesn't drink very often, and I knew that after a second glass of wine she'd be pretty tipsy, and probably a little horny, so I asked, "What are you going to wear to bed, Beau...
You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple. Like Eve’s, my downfall w...