Running In The Rain Part 5
Wren was sitting in the front room coloring a celtic design in his coloring book. On his knees on the floor and his big almond shaped green eyes intent on the task at hand. A green crayon was in his little black paw and he was trying not to go between...
Running In The Rain Part 4
She had her white pajama's pooled on the tiled floor at her feet. Her fur being set free from confines of clothing relaxed lazily about her luscious curves in brilliant blonde, yellow, and pastel yellow/white shades. She opened up the dark blue painted...
Running In The Rain Part 3
The night roared on with the rain the lightning and the thunder. All the while he stalked the empty city streets, steaming all the more, from anger as well as arousal. Why did he act that way in the coffee shop? He knew he probably could have had a...
Running In The Rain Part 2
He was startled awake by the crashing slap of lightning followed by the rumbling roar of thunder. Having been sleeping on his back he shot up in to a sitting position and gawked out of the window of his apartment. Behind the half closed blinds he could...
Running In The Rain Part 1
It was late afternoon, around five-thirty. The day was starting to cool off from another day of roasting asphalt and vehicle exhaust. Even though the evening rush hour was already starting to trickle. Most day jobs released their workers from five to...