Everything in this story is true and actually happened to me. Maybe not all at the same time or in the same exact sequence, but don't worry there will not be a test on it later. Ah, memories. *** All sexual activity in this story occurs between characters who were at least 18 years of age back then. *** "I make out the flight plan and study the weather,...
There is a distant far off ringing in my ears as I try to stay awake. The pull though is too much and my eyes begin to open. It's bright; the room is filled with the morning sunlight as I begin to look around. The window is open and a soft morning breeze is blowing and then I see you. You've stopped the phone from ringing. I can see a morning smile on your...
Author's Note: This story, like The Best Man, Daddy's Special Girl and The Town Bike, take place in the Furicana universe. Furries and humans alike share this world -- and their beds. Enjoy! I turned on the light in my bathroom and sighed -- looking down and seeing nothing but a broad expanse of yellow and brown spotted chest fur in the mirror. Sonoma Stat...
I had known Henry for quite some time before I realised I wanted him to fuck me. He had always been hired by my parents whenever they needed any bespoke carpentry work so over the years I was used to seeing him around the house, fitting new wardrobes or cupboards or just carrying out minor maintenance. He was an attractive looking guy, in his late 50's, tal...
Impossible Love (Wet dream) Chapter 1 I brush your brightly glistening jet black hair back behind your ear and softly blow my hot breath down your neck. Then I nibble soft on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine and make the hairs on your glowing brown skin stand up. I can hear you moan and breathe shallow. I pull you closer to me while you sit...
The air was warm and without humidity. The grass was green and waving in the steady breeze. The breeze carried the scents of the pine trees in the distance behind me as I walked aimlessly down the road. It was more or less a foot path, but had enough width and gravel to it that maybe it was a dirt buggy road. But no buggies could be seen and I was enjoying t...
It was mid November and it was the first time the senior partners had sent me to the IRS New Tax Law Symposium, mainly, I assumed, because they were all embroiled in a heap of shit with one of their clients, who was unfortunately, just indicted for racketeering. The firm was actively trying to put some distance between them and the false books they had been...
When I was young back in the 80's, I was encouraged to play an instrument. The instrument I chose was a saxophone. I got to be pretty good and in high school my parents sent me for private lessons. My instructor was good and believed that you practiced to perform and performing was as important as practice, if not more so. He worked at a lounge on Friday and...
Review of The Story of O Written by Pauline Re'age The Story of O was originally written in the 1950's and its original work won the 1955 Prix des Deux Magots, the French prize for unconventional literature. I obtained a newer translation of this classic erotic novel from my best friend who sent it to me through the mail. She has ordered it online, not qui...
It was a beautiful fall day as I walked along the trail up to the viewpoint. Being mid week, I hadn't met any others out on the trail. I had taken a couple of photos of a Ruffed Grouse I spotted in a clearing. Other than that and shots of the leaves turning colour, there really wasn't much to shoot. As I rounded the last little bend in the trail, I was surpr...