Urban Exploration IV
I woke feeling lightheaded and fuzzy, like I had a hangover but without the usual feeling of incipient vomit and the charming feel of my tongue stuck to my mouth. I opened my eyes, and blinked several times to try to get them working again as...
Learning to Swim
A perfect ribbon of sand stretches out to left and right. It's clean, so clean and white it almost hurts to look at in the summer sun. Thats why I have my sunglasses on, of course, and a hat. And my flip-flops; as much as I hate them, I hate burnt paws...
Urban Exploration III
I sat in the large open courtyard across from the union building at university. The thousands of furs scuttled past in various states of hurry, late for lectures, tutorials, prac classes, quick fuck meetings in the Ballieu Library toilets. Each on...
Addiction
Ok, so I admit it. They say that's the first step, admitting you have a problem. I have a problem. I am an addict; though I don't know if there is a twelve step program or a help group for my particular craving. And it is a craving; a deep seated,...
Combat Fatigue
I took a long drag on my bourbon and water, letting it's warmth fill my muzzle and wash down into my guts. The bartender gave me a look, as if to say, ease up champ, but I ignored it. I wasn't his usual clientele I guess, so I could forgive him for not...
The House Always Wins
The young stallion surveyed the dusty streetscape, eyeing up the ratty looking collection of buildings framing the stretch of brown dust that presumptuously bore the title of "Main Street." He snorted a little dismissively, as he slapped the dust from...
Laundry Day
College was such a boring place on weekends. Most furs went home for the weekend anyway, and in the cold of winter, with only a week of exams to go and many of the students already finished, even more had hightailed it out, either home or to the ski...
Invitation
Waiting for your phone to buzz shits me, especially when I'm as hot to trot as this. The stupid bull was taking his sweet time responding though. Even that dense side of beef should have no trouble translating "need cock now get here" So what was the...
Goldenmane Chapter III: I Love the Smell of Scorpions in the Morning
The Doberman sat completely still, his eyes the only part of his body moving. Well, not quite; his nostrils flared, slowly opening with each luxurious inhalation. He loved the smell of this room, it smelt of money, power, naked evil. And some kick ass...
Knot Exercises
You know I don't always try to pick up at the gym. Sure, plenty of times I spot some guy, toned, got that spark of something you know? That spark of sex, a light in their eyes, a way they move their ass and their hips. Poking their sheath forward like...
Goldenmane Chapter II - The Curse of The Deathcock
The lift headed towards the 9th floor without stopping, its progress efficient and swift. The stallion grunted in disappointment; trust the lift to work the one day he most wanted it to break down. He had no idea what the meeting might be about, but...
Prison Pony
Mitch shuddered as the door slammed shut with a loud metallic bang. He had been on high alert ever since the judge found him guilty, something that genuinely shocked the naïve 18 year old equine. Nothing prepared him for the sentence though; as the...