Robin's Confession
I sat watching the sea roll before me, the soft sand tickling between the pads of my paws as I sipped at the ice cold beer. It stung my lips, but it felt good as it slithered its way down my throat and pooled in my gut. My buddy, Logan, had invited me...
Session No. 8
#8 of sessions disclaimers: gage belongs to me, chris belongs to zwoosh-k9 who commissioned this work. interested in a session with gage?
Dear Diary: Learning A Lesson
I hate that fucking bleep on the answering machine. I _really_ just fucking hate it. It means people are pestering you, people outside of your private life wanting in, wanting to talk, wanting to see how you're doing, wanting to give you yet more...
Dear Diary: Private Dancer
Never thought I'd make a second entry in you, Mr Diary. I figured I'd get bored after just writing a few lines down, but thinking back over screwing that otter's hole was so fucking hot... I have to do it again. This time, I'm gonna tell you about my...
On The Sixth Day of Kinkmas
There was a quiet creak of leather as the stallion flexed his arms, wrists pulling taut on the straps buckled securely around him. Every breath was constricted by the band that pressed against his chest, looped around the back of the chair he was sat...
Dear Diary: The Interview
Long time, no see Mr Diary! I should probably apologise for having left it so long to put an entry down in you; I've been utterly swamped with work and with something I've taken my time to. You see, after going to that hotel and getting filmed by that...
The Woodland Meeting
Another fantastic story done by zwoosh-k9 eli belongs to me rei belongs to 1mastermind eli was wary of the whole thing. he hadn't been logged into the site for long when he got the message from an apparent local who lived on the other side of town.
The Thorned Rose: Part I
Andrew drummed his fingertips along the kitchen counter as he idly waited for the toaster. His mind was amiss, this morning, and it showed. His brow was creased in a darkened furrow, his eyes glazed over as though he were elsewhere, strung deep within...
Deus Ex Machina
Flipping through the pages of 'The Knight of Sin', Morgan seemed rather lost. His mind was still churning away, its gears grinding into smoke and dust as they fought to develop a coherent thought that he could deem acceptable. All that he came up with...
Dawn Falling: II
Stevarn had seen death before. He was well aware of Stamenia's grip, who held the strings of every being upon one paw, ready to cut the corporeal entity away from the soul, freeing it to the greater divine. He was no fool to destruction either, having...
The Photoshoot
_"Come on, Martin. It's just for a few hours and it'll really boost your confidence! You can get paid too!"_ _"No chance," the mutt huffed, "I'm not stripping to just my underwear for some camera."_ _"It's two hundred dollars an hour." The stallion...
Friends With Select Benefits
Fingers pinched his nipples and tweaked until Edwin felt himself crying out, losing control of himself as he squirmed within the binding ropes. Mercilessly the fingers dug on, twisting until his whole body trembled feverishly. Nails bit against his...