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. ***** Mare Mounting Menna flicked her tail. Standing a...
A beautiful fall day greets me as I look out the kitchen window. The trees are starting to turn from yellow to scarlet. There is a crispness in the air that prompts one to reach for the warmer clothing that has been tucked away all summer. I start my journey via car to get to the mountain a few miles away. It's grandeur evident as I approach it, covering t...
Even fifteen years after graduation, my old college roomy, Lisa, and I are still best of friends. We e-chat, go to school reunions, and sometimes make visits to each other's home. Mine is in Michigan; hers is near Tampa, Florida. Back in college, Lisa was the innovative, daring one, and I was more conservative and inhibited. However, over the course of four...
Hi, I'm Joe. Yes, I am the same Joe that many of you despise. You despise me because I screwed your wife, and if I didn't screw your wife you despise me because I have screwed so many other married women. I might have even destroyed some marriages, but I do not know that for a fact. Maybe you despise me only because you read a previous story about me. Befor...
EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "This is one of many small stories that work as a supplement to 'The Finer Points of Sheila.'" * Joy had only been the manager of the Smokewood Apartment complex for six months. She supposed she liked the job well enough, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as her previous work. Spe...
Standing in my kitchen trying to decide what to make for dinner, I could hear the shower run for a long time. I tried to think of what a woman from Germany might like after two vigorous fucks in less than an hour, and all I could come up with was canned German potato salad and grilled brats. "Too cliché," I decided, so I put a pot of water on the stove and s...
"Madame Witch Belanger," Miranda began, slowly and very formally to Bel, "I have tried to solve an important problem for my father, but I have been quite unable to do so. The matter is either too complicated or beyond the means of my powers, or perhaps both. In short, children have been disappearing lately and no one quite knows why or how." "Just called me...
Sunday afternoon, April 19, 1987, Amanda Lewis and Jack Nicholson were headed back down Routes 1 and 101, leaving Santa Barbara and headed back to Los Angeles. Jack had asked Amanda if she wanted to attend the Lakers' game with him that evening, since he had pairs of season tickets to all the home games, and Amanda had excitedly accepted. The Lakers had bee...
Unusually for late December, but fortunately for us, the weather the next day was mild and dry. Mike and I were up early, planning the day's photographic expedition, and putting together some documents to convince any nosy officials that it would be a waste of their time trying to stop us doing what we had every intention of doing – which was taking photogra...
Her bush was trimmed into a narrow finger of fine, jet black curls which contrasted greatly with the ivory paleness of her skin. Her whole body was pale with no sign of tan lines whatsoever. Apparently she rarely if ever got out into the sun. Just as he rarely did. But even that somehow matched what he knew of her. She was a quiet girl, 19 years old like h...