Tom had agreed to help with Elena with research for her thesis. She had explained to him in great detail the aim of the project which was to better understand how people react to captivity. To understand how people's emotional state reacts when put into situations where they have absolutely no control. The science had gone way over Tom's head, but Elena had...
Author's Note: This is my Valentine's contest entry. If you could vote and comment, the gay werewolves will be eternally grateful. This story was inspired by the Team America "Montage" song; if you're not familiar with it, you might want to look it up on YouTube (not essential, but will definitely enhance the experience). **** It's been four days, three h...
Bolman, Chief Advisor and confidante to King Aron sat at his desk in his chambers, only a few doors down from the Monarch himself. He had heard Claude and the King return from their daily exercises, happy in the knowledge that they had consummated their budding friendship with a physical tryst. But how did Bolman know when there were no witnesses to the sec...
She whispered stories with pictures and he painted portraits in words. She was unobtainable and he was no threat. After all, they lived from opposite ends of the spectrum. Her; beautiful, married, classy, and upwardly mobile, and him; maybe just one more starving artist. Each being gifted, but her gifts paid more than just bills. And then, at times in his da...
"The sexual act, successfully performed, was rebellion. Desire was thoughtcrime." ― 1984 The hooker entering Mike Oxhard's rotting apartment had skin the color of mahogany. Her male counterpart ― clad in sweatshop-hewn khakis, and a name brand with B.O. stains ― followed closely behind; a frightened child clinging to its mother. Oxhard's Doublelist classi...
Tom arrived for day two of Elena's psychology PhD project. The aim of the project was to understand how people react to captivity. To understand how people's emotional state reacts when put into situations where they have absolutely no control. The heavy coffin shaped cage sat in the middle of the basement with its lid open, ready and waiting for its test...
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. **** Demise The Scorpion of Siberia. Everyone in the b...
The multimeter's LED screen flickered as the probes connected with delicate circuitry. As the device detected abnormalities, hand tools were applied, cleaning, replacing, restoring. Making the functional the exceptional. Finally, the probes were withdrawn; the tool put away, the cover plate reinserted. I admired its streamlined form, its promise of swift jus...
I was sitting on a subway bench, staring at my reflection in the dirty glass. I looked like a girl version of me, maybe a sister or something. I was kind of cute, I thought, except for the upturned nose. I couldn't decide if I looked like a girl who might be a dude, or a dude who looked like a girl. Like, would people be more likely to say, "Hey, that guy lo...
It was two days later, and Cadee was in her element. She was walking along the club walk with her friends in stiletto heels, a dark red mini skirt that showed off her prominent long legs, and a tight top fashioned like a corset that displayed her breasts quite prominently. It was an outfit that was bound to provoke and it did, eliciting catcalls and wolf-whi...