Her instructions were detailed to say the least. Right down to the exact time and my attire. As I finished my knotting my tie I slipped on my jacket and headed off. A few passing glances from some women assured me I was smart enough. A sharp navy suit, blue shirt, highly polished shoes, a club tie and just a hint of after shave I made my way into the hotel,...
As the girl eases the hair up into a soaked mass, she leans forward against the tub, its warmth pressed against the beast's bara, fingers easing down onto the nape of his neck and seeking out the tension there. Her fingers slick with the oil slide over muscles already heated by the waters, seeking to undo knots only stress and a battle against the discomfort...
My eyes are downcast, staring at the floor, because I am not permitted to look at you. I stand before you, white shirt, opened to the waist, breast spilling over the top of my bra, short black skirt just covering the curve of my ass. You approach me; one hand rises to drag a finger over the tops of my breasts. You tell me to undress. I do slowly, unbutto...
Melanie is a devil, from the plastic tips of her horns to the shiny toes of her boots. Her boots deep-throat fish-netted legs. The legs disappear into a black miniskirt. The miniskirt leaks the dark frill of her panties onto her stomach. She wears the top button of a short-sleeve black button-down on her chest, letting the sides part in a triangle from her n...
I walked up to the end of the laneway. On either side were high red brick walls with blue-star vines hanging over the tops. A narrow strip of well-cut lawngrass travelled up on one side of the lane, and a two-paver wide footpath travelled up along the other side. It was a little cloudy overhead. And pretty cold. I was wearing a long sleeved two-ply cashmer...
The violet marbled sky seemed wicked. The clouds moved with an angered haste, swinging with the wind. My heart was torn. Below the sky the Spaniard, below him was I, and below I the dampened grass. My shirt was pulled down in the back,but pulled up in the front, the Spaniard's hand was tucked between my bra and my breast, massaging his way to conquest. His l...
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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to...
The hands on his hair stroked his flocks, knotting them to braids. The spider's legs grazing his scalp left warm footprints in their wake. As velvety as the dress grazing his body, his smooth hair fell on his shoulders in perfect form. Two maids circled Jurojin sitting in his chair. His eyes were closed while the maid in front of him applied mascara on his l...
My first orgasm? It was in my first car, the one I referred to as the turd-mobile, as it was shaped just like one on wheels with a non-descript tannish-brown color, tapered on both ends. Like that joke, "Why are turds tapered?" "So your ass doesn't slam shut." Anyway, I mean the car, not the orgasm. My attraction to Jesse started when he laughed at my dumb...
It was almost midnight when I decided to get a room for the night. I was six hours out of LA coming home from a medical conference. It had been boring and drawn out, filled with stuffy professionals who droned on and on about business. I was overdue for some recreation. I like having fun. I like to get fucked. Just thinking about orgasm turns me on. I pulle...