This is a work of fiction and is entirely a product of my mind. Any failures of omission or commission are entirely my responsibility. ***** I don't know why the Kenny Rogers song ran through my mind at that moment, but they did. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em; know when to walk away and know when to run; you never count your mo...
Author's Note Here I am back by unpopular demand. More of a leg end than a legend. This is a long story, 42,000 words, if that bothers you then don't start reading. No bitches are burned in the course of this story and the sex is all at the end. Because I am British I have used UK spelling and punctuation throughout the story. If that offends you then don...
Occasionally everyone has that déjà vu experience. Time seems to be in slow motion as you watch events happening and you know exactly what's coming next; that feeling that you've lived this exact moment in time before. Whether it was something similar or something that we can't explain, most of us never know. For me, it was similarity to real life experience...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
Chapter 1 I was supposed to go to the CIA. No, not that one, the other one--the Culinary Institute of America, the foremost cooking school in the country. I had been cooking for years for free, and I felt sure that's what I wanted to do for money for the rest of my life. It would be my ticket into the world, and introduce me to all the amazing things out t...
This is a long story, a husband’s eye view of Runaway Bay, submitted by Crystal607. It can be read as a stand alone story. * My name is Barry. I’m a professional photographer in my early forties, with a stunning young wife and model, named Crystal. We live in England, and because of work commitments, we take our vacations during our winter. She posted he...
This story and its characters are copyright © 2002 by StormKitty. Any resemblance to actual persons, their furry personas, or characters in other works of fiction is unintentional and coincidental. This story is a work of fiction that contains acts of consensual BDSM sex between adult furries (anthropomorphic animals), and is not intended for minors. If...
Well first off, this is set in the Jazz Age, otherwise known as 1920-1930. Plenty of things said won't make much sense to anyone born after then. So here is a little listing of said terms and an explanation. baby grand-muscle bound, not quite but same idee bimbo-This is a guy, more or less a heavy or bouncer breezer-convertible, that is a car for the dim...
Author's Notes: Full disclaimer, Teacher's Crossroad, contains scenes of sex. It also includes scenes that may disturb sensitive readers. That sounds darker than I intended, but I suppose that's what disclaimers do. All that said, it's a Burnt Redstone story, so truthfully, how dark do you think it's gonna get? Originally intended to be three separate s...
Hey all, been a while. This one is a little different than the usual harem. Female protag, a lot of sex but also a lot of story. It could be in erotic couplings, group sex, taboo (not incest), lesbian, though I'm putting it in Sci-fi fantasy like usual. It has MF, MFF, and FF scenes in it. It was a story I had to write and just wouldn't leave my mind, and it...