It was a small farm, on the side of a hill in the South Wales countryside. Like most places in Wales, it got more than the country's fair share of rain, but when the sun shone, it was such beautiful scenery – it was crying out for something special – something other than a farm. This story is a combination of true events (I know because I was there) and wh...
This was my entry for the 2016 Winter Holidays Contest, and one of my personal favorites. Re-edited as of Feb 2019. All applicable characters are at least 18 years of age. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The airport was busy with holiday travelers, myself included. I had my reasons for wanting to attend college on the opposite end of the country, but the downside was I rarely...
SATURDAY EVENING (AT THE GAME) "So, where are we supposed to meet your friends?" Cori asked as they got out of the SUV. Immediately, heads turned and whistles and cat-calls could be heard from the throng of people milling around the outside of the stadium. There were plenty of gorgeous, sexily dressed babes scampering around on this southern campus, but non...
PLEASE NOTE! This story contains brother on brother incest and also cheating, along with furry/anthro characters. ***** 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 fand...
Despite having less income than others in town, the residents of Fairweather Park were a close-knit group, almost like family. On the day Trixie-Lynn Amber turned 18, they threw the biggest party anyone in Fairweather had seen in a while. 'A while' as in last week, when Hope Kane had her eighteenth birthday party. We'll get to that when the detail is releva...
Author's Note: This story was written at the suggestion of a medieval re-enactor friend who served as the template for the main character. She has recently passed away and this story is now dedicated to her memory. Goodbye Artemas Innkeeper of the Inn of the Drunken Hare, March 5, 2008. * The two forest outlaws watched nervously from the edge of Barnesda...
"Sir, ma'am, your drinks," Brad alerted the two diners, placing the whisky neat in front of Nick and a glass of white wine on the table for Brooke. Brad found himself in an unusually chipper mood tonight. Maybe it was the prospect of spending more time with Brooke after dinner. Maybe it was the exciting day. Maybe it was just the result of letting go and e...
Before you read this story, may I suggest you go back and read the previous Chapters first, as it will help you understand the storyline. When you read this story you will notice that, outside of the sex of the characters, I avoid describing the physical appearance of the characters. This is done to make it easier for you the reader to place yourself into th...
Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter completed, that said any and all comments are welcome and wanted, though constructive are more so!! Though if you won't comment at least vote, that way I get SOME response. To fully grasp this first part with all the new characters it'd be best to read at least the last part of Chapter 16. ALL characters that en...
"The mail-woman was walking funny again," I said to Rick as I freshened his Five Burroughs (that's a Manhattan with five parts bourbon) from a pitcher, our modest collection of letters clutched in my other hand. "Maybe that's because somebody keeps sodomizing her with a fat, massive cock, my shining jewel of beauty," Rick offered before taking a sip. I pou...