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...
Chapter 23 As they entered the room, Stephanie's eyes were drawn to its occupant. He looked to be in his early thirties and was standing by the fireplace, his tall, slim, frame leaning against the surround. He had wide shoulders but a slim waist and well-muscled legs. His dark auburn hair glinted in the light but the most startling feature about him was his...
This story was written as a gift for a friend, and is used by permission. At the time of this story, Penny & other characters are all 19 or older. It was two am, and the rain was pelting down. It was, in fact, a dark and stormy night, though the sodden figure on the side of the I-5 wouldn't have cared one way or the other about the cliché. There was littl...
This is a story of fiction, all portrayed as having sex are 18 or older. If you haven't read parts one and two part three will make no sense, the story picks up right after Toby proposes. I've had several requests for the story to continue with more chapters, unfortunately there's no way to do that without expanding the number of characters and the family d...
Soixante Neuf I am reading a book by a French writer of erotic stories. In the book I learn for the first time about the sex position called "soixante neuf" (pronounced swasontnuf). Soixante neuf is the French word for sixty-nine. It has a symbolic meaning. When you write the two numbers, 6 and 9, next to each other you get 69. If each number represents a h...
The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backw...
Walking was... interesting, now. Used to only two legs, it was weird needing to think about four, but perhaps the strangest part was that Christoph didn't have to think about it at all. Like when Keldan had slapped his ass to get him out of the stall last night, and he'd just trotted out. The less he thought about walking, the easier it was to walk. But that...
My name's Justin. I'm a 28 year-old banker and a high school baseball coach. I was raised by two amazing cooks and ever since I was a high schooler I've had a love affair with beer. As a result, I'm not exactly what you would imagine as the stereotypical athlete. But my upper-80s fastball and filthy changeup, coupled with the fact that I'm a lefty landed me...
I'm not what you would call a stud, but with my new job, I do travel with them now and then... I haul breeding stallions for a living now and spend more time on the road than I do in bed, but this one trip was absolutely the most amazing day of my life. I was returning to Lexington after dropping off a few stallions in upstate New York as part of a trade d...
My slave Martisha Jeans is so obedient. This big and tall, chubby and extremely dark-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman does absolutely everything I tell her to do. She cooks and cleans and does it all with a smile. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Slaves must know their place. She's got to please me. After all, it's what I bought her fo...