My mistress has some... interesting ideas sometimes, and I'm always left amazed at how deep the levels of her imagination run, at least when it comes to finding new ways to explore deep into my psyche. She'd been doing things in the playroom for a few evenings, telling me that I could see it when she was ready - and I was certainly curious. A few larger pac...
Tommy watched with aching adoration as the taut, luscious globes of Julia's ass swayed by in her skin-tight yoga pants. The pants were nearly translucent. The two were classmates in nursing school, and members of the same commercial gym nearby. Tommy would occasionally glance self-consciously through the glass doors where Julia participated in yoga sessions....
"Quick. Fuck me now. I can't wait til we get upstairs." I could hardly believe my ears. Apparently, the blushing bride of a few hours before, in her haste to drag her new husband aboard the elevator and while making sure her train wasn't caught in the door, had failed to notice me standing in the corner. The reception hall was on the mezzanine level of the...
I like Saturday mornings. Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night's fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses...
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. **** Bound by His Gloves Dai shouldn't have bought the...
Zuri knew that teasing Kassandra was a dangerous game, but she couldn't help herself. She was, technically, still a priestess of Shallya, albeit one who spent most of her time with bandits and thieves. Half the wanted posters in Aversol had the face of Kassandra Westerlark upon them. Distracting a notorious outlaw with barely-disguised flirtation? Why, for o...
The last couple of weeks had been hectic for us. Between his overtime at work and my final University exams getting closer and closer, we had barely even seen each other, never mind anything else. It had been so long since He had used me I was beginning to worry that I would implode from my desperation to feel Him inside me again. So when I came home to find...
She tapped her short-trimmed nails impatiently on the edge of her tablet, glanced at the clock, then around the room. It was a small space, bare, and white -- just like everywhere else. Everything was white here, everything made from the ubiquitous milk-white resin. There were eight in her study group, all focused on their tablets, some sitting erect and s...
Was I back at Jasmine's place for dinner on Sunday? You bet I was. Didn't think twice about missing the ball game. The Mets suck this year anyway. It became a regular thing for me to get "Jazzed" on Sunday. At first, it was pretty much the same routine - a plate of her magical mystery hair pie at the dinner table followed by the real thing in the bedroom. I...
Another couple of days passed. Thomas spent them alone, and he discovered to his dismay that in addition to being horny—more and more frustratingly blue-balled with each passing day, in fact—he was also terribly lonely. He missed having Clio around. He tried to rationalize it away, to tell himself that what he missed was human contact in general. But there w...