Unexpected softness.
A pleasant afternoon on a lazy day, the kind that begets long meandering strolls and ice cream dribbles down relaxed fingertips. But for a certain stuffed toy the day was much like the one that came before it and the one before that one as well. Filled...
And three's a crowd. Continuation: Behind closed doors.
The hot water was enough to make her shiver pleasantly, removing the toils of the day and letting them wash down the drain along with suds of soap. Steam had fogged the shower's frosted glass and left the luxurious marble bathroom swathed in humid...
And three's a crowd.
The pole was firm and solid in her grasp, an enduring anchor for her to hold on to in the never ending pulse of rhythmic music and the scent of arousal that hung so heavy in the air. It was near closing time for the shadowy club, the few remaining...
Silent Inamorata: Chapter one: A Mark on the Canvas
I had been quietly drawing in my room; letting the plops of rain on my window lull my mind as my pencil moved. Sketching and relaxing with my tail curled over my hind-paws to keep them warm. Days off were generally spent like this, with my two...
Pillows
The cold sheets were a welcomed sensation against his thick fur as he slid between them, pulling the thread worn covers up over his shoulders. The day had been long and exhausting as far as Jacob was concerned and the only thing on his mind at that...