The games we play, Marc and I.......married but not to each other. Old lovers and old friends, after a long time apart we found each other once more. Now he is my teacher and I am an eager pupil. I have done things for him I never thought I could or would. He loves it when I come for him and I am only too happy to oblige wherever and however he sees fit. 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. ***** Valentine's Games This year, Valentine's Day fel...
“But you cheated last time!” her voice rose on the word cheated, almost assuming a little girl whine, he half expected the accompanying stomped foot and “It’s not FAIR”! “You agreed to the rules. No renegotiating until we’ve both had a turn. It’s like a board game – you can’t change the rules in the middle of a game!” A look of apprehension crossed her fac...
My wife Leann and I had recently spent our anniversary with our friends Mike & Sarah (see Anniversary Poker). With that experience under our collective belt, my wife started becoming more & more outspoken and daring in our marriage. She used to hesitate when she saw someone good-looking, now she would (sometimes) whistle at him (or her). I always knew she wa...
Richard Stamp looked up from his notes when he heard the knock on the heavy classroom door. It was Mrs. Wysocki, the school principal. “I know you're getting ready to teach your first class, but I wanted to check in on you.” “Please come in,” said the very young teacher. “I've got plenty of time before the girls... get...” Richard yawned. Mrs. Wysocki snicke...
Like I had done multiple times since our divorce, I knocked on the door of the woman who had been my wife. Our kids were at school, and I noticed a familiar car parked on the street. Ellie opened the door wearing a baggy sweater that she knew caused memories to flash upon my mind. My eyes were drawn immediately to the curvatures hidden behind the woven threa...
Cum with me to lower Michigan as we camp near the Dunes and get intimate with Gracie and Charlie. This had to be in the 80's not long after we joined a membership campground group. Let's pretend I was 45 and Dollie 43. The approximate ages of a couple, George and Terry, who helped teach us the fine art of bondage for sex 20 years earlier. That was another...
Dear Truman, I realize that it has been 5 years since we last had contact, but I wanted to let you know how our last get together has affected me. I mean truly affected me. I apologize for the long lapse in my communications with you, however I have been in therapy for quite a while and my therapist felt that it might help if I wrote you as a way to bring...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I'm on the fund-raising committee for our local kids...
Nude, I'd fallen asleep, laying out on the balcony at the Menger Hotel. Any number of hotel guests, above our floor, could see me. Louie had wrapped the balcony railing with towels that hid my display from the kids in the pool below. Stomach down, back exposed, I don't know how long I slept, maybe a half hour. What woke me was the touch of Louie rubbing sun...