Although Nellie and I never did that again, and we never even talked about it, I was intrigued with what her sex life could be like. She lived alone in a flatlet attached to our house and seemed to have no male friends. She had been married but her husband had died. Once I overheard my mom telling my dad that Nellie had asked if her boyfriend could visit. Sh...
This is the third story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in German and Serbian, translations of the German and Serbian dialogue is included. The German and Serbian dialogue has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. ***** Chapter 1 - introduction Wade turned up the volume o...
Prelude As Halloween approached I had a delightful feeling of impending fun. I love Halloween like no other holiday. It has none of the pretense of the other holidays and is full of the magic of, if only for a night, transforming ourselves into someone or something quite different from our ordinary selves. I loved to wear masks and slutty clothes showing of...
This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In...
RUFUS- First the tragedy It was quiet at first, inside the 2nd class section of the E.S.S.D T.T.S type-12 shuttle. The twelve was how many shuttle crashes there were in order to perfect the model we were all in. One hundred twenty men and women, all had been in space for almost a year, some even longer (longest was three years out in the cramp trenches on t...
My name is Jackson Leroy III. I'm a young Black man originally from Boston currently living in rural Virginia. I'm a student at the Fraser Institute of Technology. It's a small, four-year private technical college with only about thirty eight hundred students. I found out about them my senior year of high school. I attended Saint Paul Academy, an all-male Ca...
It was a bright, muggy August Tuesday morning in Lawrence, Kansas. Chris Jenkins was trimming a hedge at the side of a stately old house built after Quantrill's Raid; a light blue 2 story house with a full front porch, gables, ornate trim, and long, thin windows. It had an ample yard with an artistic display of flowers in front of the house, and hedges on th...
Train 5, Car 0535, Bedroom E [I had never experienced such an emotional involvement with my research before. Therefore, parts of this are written in the first person. - Richard ___________, PhD formerly with the University of _______________.] On the evening that Karen had left Galesburg, she sat in her sleeping car compartment for awhile with the lights o...
Mosaic of Tattoos This is the second story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in Dutch, translations of the Dutch dialogue is included. The Dutch has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. Thank you to NChanta, Antagonee, and Patricia Montclair for their comments and suggestions!...
AN: This is a work of fiction. ***** "Entshuldigung, ist dieser Platz frei?" My hands slipped from my book and it fell to the floor. I was reading a travel guide when I was interrupted by a warm, baritone voice. A young man in his early twenties was standing along the open door of the train compartment that I occupied. I didn't catch what he said since i...