A puff of smoke and sparks rose from the campfire. It was half past ten at night, and the stars were out, mostly obscured by the thick canopy of trees around the campsite. Arthur watched, warm underneath a thick blanket, while Digitalis tended to the fire after making sure his kids were asleep in their tent. The tents were set about thirty feet away from the...
Writer's note: Arthur and Digitalis are andynes, which are people with large feathered bird-wings. This story takes place the Sunday after "Just another Tuesday Morning," and the characters are from my "Crimson Changeling" work. * Arthur woke early, as usual. The room was stiflingly warm and both he and Digitalis were in their underwear under their thinnes...
Arthur leaned back on his elbows. The air was too hot, but the sand underneath his beach towel was cool, and the tree arched over him blocked out the worst of the sun. Arthur could hear the voices of Digitalis, his boyfriend of just under a year, and Digit's two daughters over the waves out on the beach. Digitalis's two-year-old daughter Hydrangea had arrive...
Writer's note: This is a follow-up to "First Meeting." Arthur, Rabb, Milly and Digit are characters from my GB/Crimson Changeling body of work. It contains some silly words I've made up for that body of work, which I will briefly sum up: renoige are cat people, andynes are people with bird wings, and hamans are pointy-eared elf people. * The scent of fried...
Writer's note: Arin is an andyne - andynes are bird-winged people from my other work, like Arthur Deepuin and Digitalis. Grisderms are kind of alien-lizard-looking people, and for a grisderm man to be "matronly" is considered a good/normal thing, since the male grisderms are the ones who give birth. * Arin's sparrow-colored wings twitched uneasily. She sto...
Preface Inmate Number 51793, quite the Study in Lunatirical Science- she is composed today. She watched me peer at her through the pie-hole in the door. Her eyes are stark and blue, and they have fixated on me with a distinctly sane clarity. Meeting her gaze- somehow the lunacy and incoherent gestures are less terrifying than this eerie lucidity....
Just a short little story I came up with while making dinner one night. One warning to you - be careful what you put in your mouth. Thanks to jo for the fantastic comments and editing. Copyright 2012 by the author. ******** Do you know what water tastes like? Think about it for a second. It's something so everyday, so mundane, that we take it for grant...
The next day, as dawn broke, Darla awoke in a misty cloud of morning dew; dazed and immobile. Her hips moved involuntarily and slowly made wide circles; while her back arched at the ecstasy being applied between her legs from Robert's tongue, which explored the folds of her pussy, as he delicately separated and probed her sensitive flesh that she had involun...
(Chapter 15) "He Looked Familiar" (circa-1982) When Brenda Morton entered a room her tits came first and the rest followed. "Come inside," she invited, her words breathed in a soft seductive whisper, her eyes taking a quick tour over the smart young man old enough to be her son. "I was expecting someone older," she said. "Please take that age thing as a...
It was almost noon the next day before either Darla or Shelly awoke. Their legs were a bit wobbly as they headed to the bathroom, where they showered together and playfully fondled each others tits and pussies, all of which were still a bit sore from all of the fucking they that had received the day before. However, as neither one was seeking an orgasm; they...