The Dear Diary of a Lion's Slave
dear diary, this is but my fourth entry into you, and yet you know so much about me. it is strange, because i have no idea what you do, where you go. what are you doing when i'm not here with you?
Dear Brother [Gift Story]
=============================================================== dear brother. setting: modern, consensual, loving/romance, incest, male/male. it was a humid, july day when rocky was headed home from college.
So Young, So Dear
In shining eyes, day by day i watch it die we are so young, and you so dear, i only wish you were still here
Dear Diary: Behind The Scenes
#3 of dear diary cj is a stallion with one hell of a story to tell, going back from his days as a porn star to the modern day where he works as a stripper with freelance work on the side for kaiser studios.
Dear Diary: Private Dancer
Had to resist chuckling when his paws gripped the edge of the table like he was holding on for dear life, the knuckles going white - it meant i was doing a good job.
Someone I Hold Dear
A friend i hold very near, reminds me of someone i held very dear. it is with this i am able to say, what my heart almost locked away. you brought me closer to the light, and made me feel oh so right.
It's Elemental, My Dear Boy
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This page may contain explicit description of sexual activity between anthropomorphic characters. If you have not yet attained the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please navigate away from this page now. If it is...
Dear Clip, Chapter 1
#1 of dear clip, this is a preview of a possible series that i plan to write to increase my literary skills and better myself as a writer.
What We Hold Dear
Today was an excellent day to take my dog out for a walk. Believe me, the number of days when I can enjoy the sun in this month can be counted in one hand. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration but still. As I stepped out of the front door, I saw my...
"Always Near My Dear"
I reached up and grabbed handfuls of choir's thick scruff, held on for dear life as he kept digging his way inside of me. his cock, not yet half sheathed in me, went farther than anything ever had before.
I Missed You Dear
The poor dear would be missing her by now. she made sure that her simple leather collar, the sign of their marriage, was sitting properly, then went out to the front of the house to wait. her husband was a 'private military contractor.'
My dear friend Danny
i looked out the window and sighed as i thought that it was one more afternoon of touching myself to my favorite goat on the computer and thinking about last summer with silver, the large stallion on my uncle's farm. although i do still moisten at the...