Suave
Suave On one dark, conspicuous morning, the tinted sun barely visible past the lengthy horizon, a college student named Namir - a six foot tall, athletically enhanced gray-pelted wolf - was engaged in a lengthy conversation over the phone with his...
Poem: Smiles (Kind of PG for hinting, but not specific)
He smiles at me And I smile back His hands, cold against me legs Brings my heart to race My breath quickens And he smiles wider Mesmerizing me with his lips and eyes I shiver from cold And his movement stops His smiles begins to fade ...
Feel Me as I Feel You (a poem)
Touch me more like that, it makes me feel loved. It reminds me of the real. I'm learning to reject the fake. So keep touching me. Touch me all you want since you're real. I love you.
Touch
Love is quite the odd emotion because everyone feels it differently. Some say it's butterflies in their stomachs, some say it's a fire of passion; or pure desire spurring them onwards. I had even met one guy who said it was like feeling full after a...
Suave pt. 2
Namir padded gingerly, towel still wrapped around his waist, back into the dorm room with his new roommate at his side. The wolf was thankful that Ham had brought his backpack in for him, though he didn't wish to be a burden. The first thing on Namir's...
They Grow Up in the Wink of an Eye
"Thank you so much again, Dexter, for agreeing to babysit for us last minute like this! I just have to go out and get these errands done and I don't want to leave the two trouble makers alone!" Melissa, the mother of the Morgan family, said. While she...
The Thanks Giving Mansion |vore|
The food. Everything from the tenderly-prepared turkey down to the delectable pumpkin pie was delicious, and you felt stuffed. Spending your first Thanksgiving with your friend was the best decision you'd made in a while. The best part, aside from the...
With a Touch
With a Touch The lapine sighed softly, gently running a soft white furred paw against the expensive material of his suit. A stray bit of dust casually brushed away to return the bunny's outfit to it's usual pristine glory. He had been spending weeks...
A Helping Hand
The briar thorns tore at Clive's hide, each scratch a minor insult compared to the throbbing agony in his dislocated shoulder. The stallion pushed forward with waning strength, more out of stubbornness than with any real goal. He had been wading...
Touch
Touch 1. Because the only words we need to communicate Are the ones that can help me say "I do love you" And that make me understand you love me too -Basia “Copernicus” The drake sat...
Life in Screwtopia (Episode 1)
NOTE: This story, and all stories in this series are told from the perspective of a random human male. For as long as I can remember, I've always had a fondness for Kapernians. They seemed to be warm and welcoming towards humans and didn't...
A Familiar’s Touch
"A Familiar's Touch" * * * Jenna fought back a sniffle as she padded down the carpet clad hall. No. She would not let her classmates she her cry. She wouldn't give that bitch the satisfaction. She stopped at the heavy wooden door that opened to the...