Cocky Cops
In the cells lars was bent over a table.
Earning Your Job & Learning Another
He rolled forward again to pin you back under the table, saying to himself, "yes, you should definitely stay hidden for a while longer, just to be safe."
The Tables Turned:Part Four
#4 of the tables turned _the following story contains sex (yiff) and anthromorphism (furries). if you don't like it, get out!
Professional Opinion
"It just feels like he never fucking listens to me, for fuck's sake just LOOK how he is dressed!" How many times has Quinn heard this? After seven years of being an LGBTQ+ relationship counselor in a rather densely populated city center, it must be...
The Tables Turned
The tables turned the club was getting too muggy for the small feline. the front door seemed to be miles away in the sea of undulating furry bodies. lydia began to push her way through the thinnest part of the crowd, to the back exit.
The Changing Table Turns – Part 5 (Finale)
He couldn't remember his numbers, times-tables, or letters.
The Changing Table Turns – Part One (The Original)
It wasn't a lot, but it was enough so when ben pulled him towards the door, he could stumble out of the bathroom and towards the changing table.
Master of the house... Chap 1
It was as simple and safe a command as the butler could think of, he gestured to the bottle sitting on the table between the sofa and chair.
Seppia: Leveling System
Leveling Up Leveling Requires Player(s) To roll 3 D-6 Die and 1 D-10. The D-6 Die results will Increase the base stats by one value accordingly. Player Rolls: 1 - Increases Attack 2 - Increases Defence 3 - Increases Resistance 4 - Increases...
A Wife Awry: Part I
If the thought made her any wetter, she was sure it would sound like rain beneath the table. "i -i was just in a world of my own, looking at those paintings."
Sex with an alien
Shi leans forward and grabs her breast and squeezes them spraying milk on the table and slams hir cock into her slave over and over again.
Lurking in the Mud - Turn the Tables
**Mud Larking - No. 4** Garn & Story © Russet Jag © JagKitty Jag checked the piece of paper held in one paw for a third time then looked down the winding track that curved away out of sight behind a thick stand of bushes. He'd been following...