The night of my first two-day hangover
In the bathroom I fiddle with the black tie in the mirror, admiring my soft pale fur in the florescence of the vanity mirror lights, smoothing out the patches that stick up in tufts between my long vulpine ears. Looking up and down my lithe frame, I...
Introduction
**A letter from the author;**** ** To my coveted readers, please know that these following stories are works of only part imagination. They are all more or less the truth, based upon my own recollections of my personal sexual endeavors. I'm not in...
Savannah Blues Part 3
Isaac spun the donut again on his finger before taking a large bite out of it, speaking with a full muzzle crumbs falling to the table. "i like to make sure i got a good grip on it." he swallowed licking his lips, continueing.
Full Service
crumbs lined his chest and chins, glaze making his cheeks look shiny as it coated the pair of bulges that surrounded his muzzle.
Brotherly Lust
I tossed it at him, snickering as it bumped the underside of his muzzle. crumbs fell to the fur on his double chin and he grabbed at the bread, instantly cramming it into his mouth. "shit, i need some milk," he said. "where's joni?"