Meg was so warm. Partially awake, she didn't remember her sleeping bag being this comfortable. Maybe it was Luc's. She didn't remember which bag they'd ended up under. She reached her hand out to touch the top of the bag. Her hand touched fur instead. "Fur?" she thought for a second. "Oh!..." Meg opened her eyes to find herself with a wolf fur comforter name...
Unser zuletzt Geschriebenes wurde abgelehnt, mit der Begründung: enthält echte Erlebnisse. Die Regeln haben wir nie im Detail gelesen, nur, was in der Überschrift steht, also keine Gewalt, nichts, was unter 18 betrifft und kein K9. Haben wir uns natürlich dran gehalten. Umso überraschender also die Ablehnung, da wir von dieser Regel bzgl. echter Erlebnisse n...
Greetings one and all, I am JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally i...
Katie mentally kicked herself for leaving her daypack on the counter at her condo. It's not like spending fifteen dollars for a bottle of water would break her, but she prided herself on her organizational skills and always being prepared. As she waited in the concession stand line, she took some solace in knowing that a portion of her purchase would go to b...
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While Spot was healing at the vet's office, plans were evolving. Master & Princess hadn't been as secretive about their project as they probably should have. Word had gotten around in certain circles. Some of those who were most interested, were really not the type of people that you want to spend a lot of time around. Miss Laura was one of those types. She...
Puffing, Dey came to a stop beside the squid who ran the "Fantastical Flavored Ice Slush" stand on the corner of her fifteen K run. It was worth the hassle it took to get there. She was on liberty for the last bit of her convalescence. But just because she was supposed to be recovering from surgery didn't mean she wasn't going to try and get ahead on her tra...
Hola peeps. In my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? Anyways, this time I write about a favorite character of mine from the 'You Can't Deny Your Wolf' franchise. She's Alexandra Cornwell, Panola Mountain werewolf community's shaman. In this story Alex has to remain in her wolf fo...
25 days to paradise I awoke in the morning on Saturday having slept exceptionally well. My balls felt free. My scrotum relaxed. A hint of pussy lingered on my face. Maybe it was this subtle aroma therapy that made my sleep so sound, or maybe it was having completely drained my testicles in my various sexcapades this past week. I rolled over and snuggled aga...
Dey didn't look away from the mass of computer components – and as DuBois stood and looked smug, she started to go through everything she knew about AIs to try and figure out what the fuck was going on. Generally speaking, there were three kinds of AI. Four, if you were a science fiction writer or fan (and Dey, being someone who grew up in a world with alien...