As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I'm in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I ca...
She knelt in silence as she looked back into the bag and held her breath waiting for His next command. She picked up the collar and attached cuffs and looked over her shoulder at Him. “Choose well slut. If I don’t like what you choose you’ll pay for it. Remember your job depends on how well you please me.” She began to move to crawl back to Him and He lo...
As the average teenager feels of soft boy, sex means everything. Every waking moment from your morning wood to a late night thought about that hot girl you saw earlier, sex is constantly on your mind, especially if you haven't had sex yet. The hope of feeling the soft touch of a woman lingers on in you and the feel of soft flesh is a strong enticement to eve...
As she sat in the bar, contemplating her drink, she sighed and thought, 'None of these humans will do. They are too weak, too sleazy, or too drunk for me. I'll have to take care of this myself.' She was a werewolf in desperate need of release. She paid for her drinks and got off her stool, brushing past a large man as she walked out of the door, not noticin...
I'm alone in the dark. I'm bent over a wooden frame, a padded leather block supporting my hips, another under my shoulders and upper chest. My arms are stretched out ahead of me, my wrists secured to a post. My legs are spread, and my ankles shackled to the frame. I'm wearing just a plain white bra and panties. I'm not sure how long I've been here. Two, ma...
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. **** The Making of a Minotaur "Oh, little one... You h...
I emerged from the blackness to find myself on the beach. Strange, when I had fallen asleep I had been hundreds of miles inland. Lying on my back, staring up at the sky, I saw that the stars were more brilliant than perhaps I had ever seen. Even more strange, the area around me wasn't dark. Hmmm...brilliant stars without the requisite blackness normally requ...
I was laying on the moonlit bed of our recently converted spare room, looking out the low window wondering at the changes moonlight makes on the flowers and trees in full bloom in these late days of spring. The window was open letting in the cool, scent filled air. While I missed my children I was enjoying the peace and quiet of being an empty nester, of bei...
The lights dim to the point that you can barely see, but you hear movements around you. Is it people coming and going? You can't tell and wonder what is next – as that thought crystalizes, you feel the devices inside of you change, getting markedly larger quickly, stretching you even more. The pain is intense and you feel the two devices pulling towards each...
"Life sucks and then you die, but sometimes you don't get to stay dead," that's what I would love to have seen on my headstone. Nope, they wrote the usual crap, rest in peace, and all that jazz. Someone even wrote that I was a beloved son and a kind soul. Ha! Kind of mundane, don't you think? Given the way I lived my life, raising all kinds of Hell, sometime...