A Sweet Lesson
----------------------------------------------- # A Sweet Lesson _(This one's just for you, my favorite little 'coon!)_ No one could ever get a description of him, short of the words _black, brown, raccoon,_ and _fast,_ apart from an entire...
Story Segment -- Impossible Things
In a smooth place in clean grass, I visualized what I needed. I took off my clothes and set them neatly to one side. The breeze around me was chill; it helped me to cool my emotions. From one pouch, I poured corn meal into a secure circle around...
The Sexiest Fox in Pouncefield
This began as a role-play between myself and a very sexy fox on FA; you can tell, since the perspective changes frequently between Tommy and Morgan, as the story continues. Even so, it's a pretty good bit of M/M yiff, if I do say so mayself. It got...
Dialog -- You Have Stayed Too Long.txt
As I have described in my profile, some of the writing that I put up here comes from writing exercises, drafts, vignettes, and so forth. Following is a dialog, overheard illicitly, quoted here to give some tiny bit of hope to those of us who think that...
Exercise -- Write about what's under your house
As I explain in my profile, I may upload snippets, pieces, writing exercises that have a small life of their own. This is one such exercise, sparked by the idea of writing about what's underneath the house that I live in. Not what I...
Ever I Saw Your Face
This is the story I'm not sure I should write, or even if I _can_ write it. Some memories are so intense, so personal, that to set them down on paper (or electronic document or whatever) may somehow crystallize the memory into something that can only...
The Children's War
Sunday - the day after Aleksandr's magnificent dance (and our first kiss) - I awoke slowly out of a sleep that I honestly didn't think I'd have. After Aleksandr left, I began to think that I'd break into a rendition of "I Could Have Danced All Night,"...
Promise Kept
"Hey, browncoat." "Hi!" The young tiger's heart enacted the necessary clichés of flopping about inside the chest, and he felt himself blush under his fur from tip to toes. He gripped the cell phone just a bit harder, as if to hug the lion on the...
What's Past is Prologue
The deep crimson snout that poked itself through the open front door of the less-than-modest house sniffed both purposefully and whimsically, detecting scents of Saturday on the crisp morning air and, satisfied that the morning was the correct one and...
Conversations
"Has he said anything?" "Not a word for the past few hours at least." "Did they give him too much tranquilizer?" "They had to control him just to get a blood sample. I'm betting PCP or worse. The tranq shouldn't screen anything in the system." "Are...
Amo, Amas, Amat
The young tiger felt a little fidgety, more so than usual at this time, but he couldn't really say why. It was another Friday afternoon, and he sat as patiently as possible in the small tutoring room, waiting for his charge to show up. It was unusual...
One of Those Talks
"Hey, Pris!" The female Papillion stopped, pivoted her head toward the sound, her butterfly-like ears perking upward, long dark fringe dancing in the afternoon breeze. Her keen eyes found the source of the call quickly, and she grinned. "Antonia!" she...