As was my usual routine, I got up with the sun, attended to my toilet, fixed my coffee, and went out to sit in the sun. As I sat down, I saw that Terrence's tent was down and she was moving around her truck. Well damn! I had hoped she was going to stay more than just one night! Would it be presumptive for me to go over and wish her well on her travels? I d...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** The clock struck midnight as Robin came to. He was standing up right, held by green vines around his neck, waist, legs, and wrists to a giant oak tree. Robin scanned his surroundings, wondering where h...
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. ***** All in A Day's Work Clinking champagne flutes, 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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Part One - Goldie's Golden Penis I'm writt'in this, my life's history, now that I'm here in the State Penitentiary waiting for the death sentence to be carried out. As slow as the wheels of justice turn, I've got a bit of time before that fateful day, when they inject that goop in my arm and it's bye bye birdie, but that time will no doubt come less'in the...
Tuesday at 8pm had come and although I was going back and forth in my head about what I was going to do, I found myself walking over to Greg's house. I did enjoy giving him head, the first time in my life I'd done anything sexually with a man, but I'll be damned if I'm going to massage him. As a matter of fact, maybe I'll tell him to massage me! I knocked...
This is purely fiction. Names were changed to protect my butt. * I am sitting at my kitchen table trying to relive the past forty-four years. Trying to figure out just exactly went wrong. Hoping to gain insight as to "was it me" or "was it her." When we got married forty four years ago I had really hoped this was the right woman for me as I had hoped she w...
It's been over a year since I wrote the first installment of my story. My Mistress recently read it for the first time and told me to continue with the next chapter. She found it quite amusing actually. I have not been allowed an orgasm now for close to three months and I have been begging her lately for release. Well... I hint at it hesitantly anyway. She...
It was Saturday and I was clearing space in the back garden to make way for a new shed. Then I was taking the bags of surplus soil and rubble to the council recycling centre in the back of my trusty old Volvo estate car. The site had to be cleared and levelled ready for the shed company to turn up and do the business. I was on my last run of the day. The ce...
Following the morning repast, I was granted a much-needed opportunity to relieve myself, then forced back into the same position on that appalling torture device which masqueraded as a chair. Surely, I had been subjected to many atrocious and unprovoked torments since my arrival at this mysterious abode, yet for some reason the feeling of being violated ther...