Érase una vez, un goblin que estaba corriendo por el bosque. Estaba escapando de un grupo de personas que lo perseguía. El de piel verde huía rápidamente, y traía en un saco un objeto que cuidaba con precaución y esmero. Trataba de darse a la fuga pero sabía que lo seguían de cerca. Las preguntas que lo acongojaban eran: ¿Podrá escapar? ¿Que pasaría si lo at...
Anna Bell "Y eso es lo ultimo". Gruñeste mientras levantabas el desnatador de tu piscina con varias casas secas y lo llevabas a la basura para desecharlo. "Ahí está todo hecho". Te limpiaste el sudor de tu frente. Fue solo un día normal como chico de la piscina para ti. Hace tres meses, tu ex novia te dejó por tu mejor amigo porque era má...
Los brazos del esclavo estaban extendidos y tensos por la posición forzada de banquillo. Estaba rígido como piedra y lo único que lo podía diferenciar del mobiliario existente en el cuarto era su respiración lenta y acompasada y su cabeza encapuchada . Su Ama había salido para encontrarlo en la misma posición varias horas mas tarde. Lo encontró para su grata...
Harolds Hand bewegte sich zu ihrer anderen Brust und er küsste ihren Hals. Ihr geht's gut, Schatz. Kitty ist mit Todd unterwegs. Er wird gut auf sie aufpassen. Harold drückte die Brustwarze seiner Frau und die verhärtete sich zwischen seinen Fingern. Komm, Schatz, bitte." "In Ordnung, Harold" sie seufzte wieder. "Pass auf." Jenny hör...
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. **** Calling the Storm God The vixen paused on the edg...
A classical, high-intensity microburst dropped out of the thunderstorm cell above them and killed the bus. Worden and MaryLiz had met only yesterday, at the start of this five-day bus junket to visit remote little towns and scenery in the southwestern desert. For her it was relaxation after six weeks of hard work – she was British, this was the end of her...
Ch.10 Festival At Bricas (Part 4 : Aftermath) They spilled out carefully, heeding the words of Aribor, their saviour. It was dark outside. Aribor found he had been expecting daylight, but of course it was now well into the night. The events inside had not taken place quickly, and much time had passed as he had sought the help of gods and goddess and had bro...
I had been wanting to move to the country all my life. Growing up in the city had left me tired of the hustle and bustle of life among the buildings. People were jerks and the cars were jerkier. It had taken me about a year, but I had finally managed to save up enough money to travel out to Kansas. Why Kansas? Was it my love of tornados? My love of The Wizar...
She brought her own waterproof mascara, a rookie mistake they told her. "Let it run, drip, and marr your face. Show the world what a depraved cock sucker you are." Her approach was far more subtle. Let talent be proof, not sludge of dimestore whore paint. She was not disposable cock meat. She was a cock sucking succubus of the highest order. And the Devil m...
I was outside washing my car when the lady across the street came up to me. Her linen slacks and silk blouse accented her smooth cocoa colored skin. "Hi, my kids have moved out on their own and my husband is always at the office," she said. "Do you think you could mow my lawn for me? I can pay you." I had seen her before but hadn't paid much attention. Bu...