Mrs Trevino, teacher.
The entire school year had nearly passed, and Chris had yet to make his move. He was a neko, for god's sake, and well built. But none of the other girls on campus thrilled her the way that SHE had. And he'd never had the courage, too many furs...
Chapter 3: Natural Tension
I love spooning. I know it's kind of a cliche', but there's something to be said for it. Since I took my mother and aunt as lovers this year, I've let a lot of things go, most obviously, my inhibitions. And my favorite position is...a little less than...
My Little Runaway
The skunk smashed his foot down on the wah-pedal, worked the slide up and down the guitar neck to open up the solo, and shot a glance at the wall-clock. 12:30 in the am. Thirty minutes until he could throw down a brew, get some peace and quiet,...