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. **** Dominated by a Dragoness The stone walls lurked i...
I suppose that I should have known right away, and if I'd seen Tiffany on any of the daytime talk shows, I probably would have known immediately. I dunno. They say that hindsight is 20/20. The fact is, I didn't know right away. My wife, Nina, a beautiful lady with long silky black hair, deep ebony eyes, lush pouty red lips, and long curvaceous legs, took Ti...
Peggy and I, kind of, started dating after she teased me last. What I mean is that we've gone out a bit. But we have spent every night together for the past two weeks. And we've done a lot of rather traditional fucking. The sex, while vanilla compared to how we started, has been great. I've cum so many times and in so many ways that I'm really getting spoi...
Why is a tough Saudi guy like Mohammed Ibrahim crying like a little bitch? Well, it might have to do with the fact that Mistress Habesha, the Ethiopian dominatrix from Montreal, Quebec, has her fist up his ass. The big Arab man squirmed on the table, but to no avail since he was bound hand and foot by thick steel chains. Mistress Habesha cackled gleefully as...
She had come home and, as expected, he was kneeling naked on the floor. Ready to do her bidding. Was he to be punished or to administer solace? He never knew; he could only hope. He watched as she slipped off the dress that clung to her curvaceous figure. God how he loved her body. How it turned him on. He felt his erection grow and hoped he would not be pun...
Morning saw Victoria standing naked in front of the floor to ceiling window, looking out, watching the sea of people below. They were oblivious to her offering, focusing on their own miserable little lives, the drudgery of work, of making dirty, soulless, money. How sad, she thought. They were so involved in their pathetic wasted lives, busily watching their...
Master arrived home precisely at 6pm. My sister, Angela and I were waiting for him on cushions, on our knees, not far from the door. She, with her beautiful Mexican features and warm brown skin was kneeling next to me. By our Masters orders we had spent hours getting ourselves dolled up for him to take us out to dinner. We gave it our best effort in our des...
"Hey, Ang." "Hey, Jill, haven't talked to you for a couple of days. I found a new dress shop with fabulous couture knockoffs. I can't wait to take you there." "That's sounds like fun. Maybe this week? Say, listen, I called because I need to talk. Billy and I are having problems. Some really big problems. I'd like to come over and get some sorority sister a...
Frankie, the girl who waxed Mistress Vixen so beautifully had no idea of Vixen's profession. She saw a striking, powerful woman who dressed simply and elegantly and assumed that she was some sort of corporate executive. Like a number of similar, if not quite so formidable looking women, who looked after their bodies, Vixen used a lot of the spa's services. S...
Chapter 10: Mission Accomplished?? We now have plenty of time. The tension seems to have left the warehouse. I am relieved. Harris sits back, gratified for a job well done. Elizabeth just seems defeated. And Chano? "He went to get something to eat, Boss." "What, again?!" "He says he gets hungry when he's nervous." Harris smiled, enigmatically. "He says...