Jamieson Uw watched the young woman from beneath the shelter of a large tree. She was beautiful in the crisp night air and amber light of the setting sun. Her hair formed almost perfect burnished ringlet curls that hung half way down her back. Her eyes were a light brown with green flecks that reminded him of the big cats that they studied. He knew that a ca...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
After a quiet couple of days in Maine... a place of introspection and renewal, I headed to Myrtle Beach on Tuesday. I have to be honest, it's really not one of my favorite places... but that's just my opinion. After an afternoon and evening of meetings, I found myself alone in the Sheraton. This is always the catalyst for my unquenchable desires to emerge. T...
Maria Wilson checked herself once more in the mirror of her rundown efficiency apartment. From her reflection she could see the small toddler mattress that she curled up on at night laying in the corner. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her spare set of clothes was stuffed into a large Wal-Mart bag. As for her own reflection. She had tied he...
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. ***** She should have known not to sneak into her roomm...
Deep in the pits a cry was heard. Fausta, the hermit-pontiff, watched from the perch above. Her latest subject was due for a daily observation; the pontiff had low hopes, but an observation was still to be made. In the pit - one of nine - was a gaelic woman, well built, with muscled thighs and a delightful pertness to her small breasts. She was of the nort...
Sandra woke up several hours later to discover her mate was not by her side, In fact she sensed he was several miles away deep in the forest. Sighing unhappily she guessed He was just not the bed type. Perhaps if she made a small shed or something halfway between the house and the forest she could persuade him to let her stay near Felicity. Or visitations pe...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
Meanwhile, Mike was struggling to climb down the fire escape. Everything felt so wrong. The air outside was fresh and clear, but all he could smell was the musty scent coming from the apartment window he'd left open in his haste. "God...I have to warn the others. Grayson damn it, where did you go?" Mike said to himself. Wiping some sweat off his brow, Mi...
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Lunch. Work. Come home. Watch anime all evening. Sleep. A pretty average day for an otaku like yourself, but it took a grueling duration of waiting in order to finally reach the evening! Now that you're home after a long day of work, you can't help but plop down at your desk with a relaxed sigh. Your favorite anime streaming sit...