Her name is Krystal, and she takes my breath away. It is as though some sculptor had chiseled a goddess from marble and then breathed life into his creation, like some modern-day Pygmalion. She is very tall, with legs that go on forever. She has full, rounded hips, a deliciously narrow waist, and full, rounded breasts. She has icy-blue eyes, high, prominent...
It was well past noon by the time the sun's rays entered through the little window and illuminated the feminine figure asleep on the pallet. The naked girl stirred and blinked at the sudden intrusion. She kicked off the torn blankets and rubbed her arms. Tyra started to shiver in earnest as memories of the past night flooded back into her mind. Her throat b...
As I was leaving my room in Prague's Kempinski Hotel, the door latched behind me at exactly the same instant as the door to the next room clicked shut. Dressed for my morning run in black tights and a solid aqua-coloured, short-sleeved Pearl Izumi running shirt, I said good morning to the man who had just emerged from the room next to mine and began down the...
Note: Please read Island Prey Ch. 01 to get up to speed. The women are hiding on the island awaiting the hunters. The question is: Do they want to get caught and if so how many times? All rights reserved. * From her ledge Katie saw the men dash from the boat like they were rushing to get to a treasure first. Pussy was the treasure they were seeking. She c...
[Note: this story involves the same characters as the series "Coyoacan Mi Amor." I wanted to make it part of that cycle but it can be read on its own. Enjoy!] ------ "You're in for a real treat," said Bernardo as he steered the Jeep Cherokee over the rutted road. Scrub brush lined the lanes; every few miles they stopped as a cow ambled across. "My kidney...
I had joined the Navy shortly after graduation. We were headed home to port after an extended cruise, my last as I was due for rotation to shore-duty and from there to an honorable discharge six month's later. Still several days away before we docked, I'd received a telegram from my mother. The fact she'd sent a telegram rather than a letter told me it was u...
All sentient creatures in this story are over 18 years old. ***** Priesterly drained the dregs of the Rat.Pac protein pod. Stakeout, on the edge of the Western Protectorate. Westerly had just dropped into his sleep shift, following the end of morning-twilight joint-observation hours. He had sent the morning report to Command before turning in for his 4 hou...
This story contains: MF, fantasy, furry. This story is copyright 1998 by Pulp Fan; you can contact me at the email address in my profile. I originally wrote and submitted this piece to an erotic story site (the now defunct "Lust So Stories") under the name Mr. "E", to distinguish it from the pulp pastiches I'd written to that point. Since I've never used Mr...
Lately I'd been seeing this guy, Tim, who made a big point of telling me that he had always been straight, and never even had a single thought or fantasy about men. He'd squirm every time I'd even mention anything about men getting sexy with each other, or when there'd be a gay scene in a movie or on a TV show. I once wanted to rent a bisexual adult video wh...
Note: this story contains British English, bisexual behaviour, and lots of booze. If any of those offend you, other authors are available. ***** Matthew's voice on the phone pleaded, "I really, really, need a favour." "What is it?" "Make sure I don't fuck Steve." I thought for a moment, an achievement in itself at 8 am, and recalled the relevant contex...