Last we knew, Fe and D had quietly suffered thru summer privately apart as they worked together in teams. We had suffered too as she tried to regain her pride, wanting to return to a life similar to what we had before all this. My problem was I never wanted to go back to that, so we struggled. Fe was feeling a calm from the lack of pursuit and knew in her...
This story contains: MF, fantasy, furry. This story is copyright 1998 by Pulp Fan; you can contact me at the email address in my profile. I originally wrote and submitted this piece to an erotic story site (the now defunct "Lust So Stories") under the name Mr. "E", to distinguish it from the pulp pastiches I'd written to that point. Since I've never used Mr...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story, but I suggest you read Chapters 1-3. It will give you a better understanding of the characters and the story to this point. As always, constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Also as usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my stories. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I h...
Chapter 1 Hello and welcome to my world. This is a true to life on going saga I am living in at this very moment. The names have been changed to protect the... well, the involved for there are no innocent. My name is also not what you will read here. Let me explain. I'm White Dog and my arch nemesis is Black Dog. All men are Dogs and all women are Felines i...
We had been playing our fantasy many times we rock-n-rolled between the sheets, at least weekly. This had gone on for months. She, Feline had stayed in contact with him, Black Dog the mongrel thru texting and some calls. But when ever I would bring him up in conversation she'd quickly change the subject or snap at me like a bitch. As I said, this had gone o...
"Just a few more minutes and maybe I can get there," Kat muttered to herself. But tonight would be like the previous two nights. She had Bert flat on his back on the Fort Stockton, Texas, motel bed, and she was riding his cock as he just lay there. Light filtering in through the inadequate curtains from the headlights of passing cars sent the silhouette of h...
The dream changed only slightly each time I had it. At least once a week, the shores of a vast sea would wash into my mind and I found myself standing near the edge, longing to dip my toes into a cajoling surf. The problem was, I just couldn't seem to get there, though the barrier itself (unknown though it was) only seemed to fuel my desire to reach the wate...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is c...
My wife and I live in a small town where entertainment options are very limited. Hanging out in funky smoky bars isn't our style. Occasionally we leave town for an extended weekend and schedule some cultural fun, good food and then go dancing. One weekend in Santa Fe we went to a non-smoking dance place that we had discovered on a previous trip. It wasn't...
***** Woods near Johnson Pack Camp ***** They were both worn out and had missed dinner, but neither one cared. They were making the trip back to camp that night at a much slower pace than her first ride on the back of her wolf. HER wolf. Her mind was coming to terms with what her heart had already decided. She buried her face in his neck, hugging her ar...