A balmy evening breeze stirred the curtains of Constance's window. She tipped her face into the welcome scents of mingled salt air, flowers, and spicy food being cooked in the village below. Festival time. How she had loved the festivals as a girl! Strange to think of it like that. Only a year ago, she'd gone to the festival with her father, the two of t...
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. **** Flock's Virginity The Claiming of the Gryphons P...
She sat there with her eyes focused on the book pretending not to notice him watching her. She rolled her eyes back to the words on the page... ".... He touched her skin softly; as she arched her back he scooped her up into his arms and planted a kiss between her breasts. She inhaled softly. This time she boldly looked up and directly toward him. He wasn't...
Agrippina Meridius was standing in the shadow of one of the large arch ways that led into the emtpy market square; it still smelled of chickens. Of course it was empty, any sensible Roman was in-doors at this time of night. She pulled her cloak closed tighter around her, feeling a chill, depsite the warm night air. Well maybe not completely empty, there was...
"Now then Molly," said Cook, straightening my cap and smoothing out the folds in my black apron with her pudgy pink fingers, "I think you're ready to take the master and mistress their tea." I flushed with excitement, I'd been working at the big house for three months now and it was the first time I'd been given such and honour. I've never been away from ho...
Later that night, I laid awake in bed stroking myself to recollections of my evening with Brother Hugues when a gust of wind shook the window, startling me out of my erotic half-slumber. I glanced around the darkened room through my shady, waking eyes—the only light came from a dwindling fire at the hearth. Petronilla slept deeply across the room. I tried to...
Chapter 12 in the Mr. Basketball series. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and older. ***** "Welcome to Duke University," the coach said as we entered her office. "It's more like welcome back for me," I said offering Taylor a seat after we shook hands. "Oh?" she asked curiously. "I played three seasons for coach K before I was injured a...
(Just one more chapter left after this one of Wiley the Coyote, bootlegger and fucker. Wiley remembers when he fucked Madam Buterfly and Susie's girlfriend, 18 year old Debbie in the ass). * I was driving the 72' black Fury on my way south one day when an oncoming pick-up truck flashed his headlights indicating either a hazard or cop ahead. I turned ont...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** Dearest Emily, Any hopes you harboured that I might resist the dreadful act of sodomy I must now dash, and with them any last iota of respect for me, but it is some small matter of pride to me that I maintained this last pretense of virtu...
Intro: "This story is written from both characters' points of view, alternating back and forth. It starts out with Liz talking. Each time the viewpoint changes from Liz to Bill, a line of (*) follows." -The Author * I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I can hear Bill moving about the living room, cursing under his breath. We had barely spoken over the pa...