It was a rainy day, clouds covered the sunny sky and thunder rolled in the distance. She pulled into the parking lot and parked in her normal spot. She finished her smoke and got out. She walked to the doors and unlocked them as the thunder crackled loudly making her jump. She got into the store and locked the doors as lightning flashed. She looked as her no...
Singer Paula Cole is most famous for two things: that damned Dawson's Creek theme song . . . and her hairy armpits! I'm not much of a fan of Paula Cole's music (especially that fucking "I Don't Wanna Wait" song!), but I'm a huge fan of her furry pits! If you haven't already guessed by now, I have an extreme hairy armpit fetish. And Paula Cole satisfies my fe...
As any sane human could tell you, the southern jungles are a treacherous place. Even if there weren't bipedal beasts hiding in the trees, waiting to pounce on intruders and tear them to shreds, there were plenty of other dangers that lurked in the woods. Malaria had killed just as many men as tribal blades, venomous snakes lay invisible in the underbrush, an...
Dave kneeled against the wall as he stared at the two furry women in front of him. Craig's smile was lazy as she luxuriated in the effects of the change and the enormous amount of sex the three had. She kneeled with her thick, muscular thighs open and her long fingers slowly stroking the short fur covering her skin. Her thick brown tail lay still behind her...
Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn's curtains. The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream. She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play. An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table. Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables an...
Orville Dewey sat at the window of the apartment over his detached garage, watching his bedroom light in his house go out from the room that had been the artist studio of the previous owner now serving a couple other purposes for the recently retired senior. One was as a retreat to get away from the nagging of his shrill wife, who hadn't liked anything he h...
Shannon Brennan was a handful. The pretty 63-year-old blonde was best friends with Terry's grandmother, Linda, and would often drop by unannounced for a "quick little drink," as she'd put it, which was anything but quick or little, pounding down scotch by the glassful and staying longer than Terry or his grandmother would like. The 19-year-old college stude...
'So how many are coming?' I asked, adjusting my makeup in the mirror. 'Three, I think,' Margo replied. She twisted around, looking at her ass. 'Do I have cum in my fur?' I lowered the mascara brush from my eye and turned to look at her. Her jet black fur ran from her waist all the way down to her paws. A tail stuck out atop her ass, lifted high as she pull...
Three loud knocks rudely interrupted the dark and tranquil Daranssian night. The furred perpetrator reached one clawed finger up to scratch at an ear, catching the glares of two disgruntled guards on either side of him. He cleared his throat and pretended to inspect his claws, their gaze never faltering. Half a minute turned into an eternity as the sounds of...
(A special thanks to Duchess Naoko Smith for editing and flogging when needed. Any errors, omissions, unsafe sex, or my incorrigible run-on sentences are mine alone.) * "Fuck... me," I manage to get out. And not in a good hot and bothered way either. Loose rock and pebbles continue to fall around me, a few unlucky ones making contact as I lie in an unorg...