Jeanette left Christian in 1977 and he lost contact with her completely. For two years, he languished in a self-made maze of desire for the lost Jeanette, the yearning to hold onto any well-corseted woman, and the emergence of an even greater interest in tight lacing in an abstract as well as erotic sense. Then he met Clare, a scientific officer with the c...
Mimi put her hand between her legs and gently caressed herself, softly moaning with both relief and exquisite bliss, her pussy lips becoming firm and moist. Chatting to Mu on her laptop had become the essential part of her day. She had tried to resist it. She had succeeded on the odd occasion, a whole day without being trained and pushed towards the Arabic s...
Chapter 6: The Next Big Step The drive home was a quiet one, besides the moans that were coming from Christian. Whenever they would stop at a red light, Alexia would stroke his ears. At one light she leaned over and licked his ear lobe, causing him to shiver. Christian could feel his erection growing and the ride home went a bit quicker. When they reached t...
Their love making had been devoid of warmth. She had withheld herself, he knew that she feared him, that anything he would say would be in vain. She was not here by choice, but by the fact that her family had disowned her, he knew enough to know it would be a long time before they forgave her, and probably eternity before she forgave him. he felt cold and...
The pleading in her voice had Christian turning, his hand leaving the bent and mangled metal that had once been the door knob. He stared down at Kinlye, his eyes meeting hers. "You don't know what you're asking." His voice was low and gruff, his hand going to cup her cheek. "I do," Kinlye argued. "I want you to kiss me like you did last night. I need to kno...
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. **** The Striped Filly Flying Changes Chapter Eight...
The Red Dragon is, I suppose, my local, in that it's the closest pub to my house. Saying that it's not actually terribly close, being about a fifteen minute walk away, and I didn't frequent it a great deal. Richard loved the place though, being equidistant from his house in the opposite direction, and hence we spent a few Sunday lunches there followed by a n...
They strolled along, down toward the market. Christian couldn't help but chuckle over the way Kinlye's eyes shone. "They are so pretty." Kinlye reached out, her hand going through the aura of a couple of the vendors. "Did I look like that to you?" "Your aura was a brilliant white, Kinlye. There aren't too many of them. You were sweet and kind and virtuous...
I'm sorry for the delay. A house full of sick people has made writing and editing a chaotic experience to say the least. Lucien stood in the darkness a skilled sentential able to mask his existence so well, even someone as talented as Caydn wasn't able to sense his presence. He'd restrained himself from acting as a voyeur. The sounds and breathing he'd he...
Nick's eyes slowly opened as awareness crept back in. The warm press of Evelyn's body against his had his libido spiking again. He bit his lip to stop from moaning as his cock twitched, "Down boy," he muttered. He couldn't believe he was ready for action again after last night. His nerves buzzed from the sensations and he hardened further remembering how it...