First post. Be gentle (or pull my hair!) To begin with my name is Andrew Bucklin. I'm 52 years old, 6'3", about 245 pounds, with blond hair going grey, and blue eyes which my wife compared to the deep ocean. My friends call me Andy or Buck. Anyway I was coming home from delivering a restored (and enhanced) 1992 Trans-Am when I saw them on the side of the ro...
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. ***** Gryphon Breeding Sitting at the small office des...
Romina was surprised at the nimbleness and speed of the troll. It took her and her child down the rocky face out the palace wall and jumped across the old defensive works with hardly a care. At twice the size of a full-grown man the troll could easily carry her and the baby and still manage to run faster than a galloping horse. Normally being kidnapped by a...
Many thanks to editor Ray Ball for the editing assistance with this story. ---- Part 2: New abundance (c) bbwlove_it, from an idea by tyjala My work place is ruled by an asshole, my boss, who often treats his employees in horrible ways. He is always trying to seduce the women of the office, but he's never successful. I believe he especially hates me, bec...
Me and my wife had our first born son 5 months ago. He's the sweetest little baby and I never have felt so much love being a father and a husband than I did when we welcomed him into the world. While we are grateful for his miracle and being parents to our little boy, it definitely comes at a cost. Being at the ripe age of 28 and my wife at 29, I thought lif...
Many thanks to editor c.whyte for the editing assistance with this story. ---- "Come here, let me hug you." Last night I had a dream. It was such a warm and reassuring dream. I was between the arms of a soft giantess, resting my head on her chest and hugging her large body. Yes, she was really big. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. The only thing...
Ashley woke up on a normal Saturday afternoon, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. Looked to her side and saw the stud she had chosen to pleasure her the night before, snoring blissfully. He had had quite the night, as Ashley got off on being submissive to her bulls. Sure, she was all of their boss, but it was fun to let her lovers take control...
Please understand that while Hucow/Farmer relationships actually exist, they do not reflect the contents of this story. Pet play is a fun dynamic relationship, but all D/s relationships should be based in trust and consent. With that said, Lets dive into the fantasy world. -------------------- Tessa was a single county woman, daughter of a farmer, and tr...
Author's note: IMPORTANT: I put chapter 12 in the BDSM category, so if you have not read it there yet, I suggest you do before continuing with this one. As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. The...
Nancy Swanson had a peculiar feeling nag at her all morning. In some moments it lessened. And in others, such as when she set out three glasses of cold milk for her family, it grew stronger. Initially, she thought the feeling was a strong sense of déjà vu, but as the morning rolled along, that no longer seemed accurate. Nancy didn't think she was experiencin...