Reasons for Staying
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Breasts bouncing above you and wetness spreading down your cock, you buck and thrust to oblige. "Yes! Oh, God!" Her hands go up to her nipples, pulling at them while she chomps down on her lower lip. "I'm getting closer....
What We Need
_This is something I wrote today at Taco Bell and Firestone while waiting for my car to be repaired. Though the tag indicates the_ Midnight Secret _contest, this is not to be counted as a submission. Instead, as a judge, I feel all entrants should have...
Completed
A minor revision of the previously posted story, this time with corrected German from my German sister and a few typos fixed. The essense is still the same, however. Enjoy. --- The cab stopped on the corner. He saw Bergenstrasse on the...
The (Yiffy) Night Before Christmas
_This one came to me on a car ride home with too little sleep. Something a little more...appropriate for the holiday season. I've appended the original poem/story on the right hand side for comparison (and to help bring my character count up so I can...
Kai
_This is a story that felt like it needed to be written while I took a break from my "mainstream" sci-fi works. Unfortunately, it's one of those stories where one either "gets it" or does not as nothing is explained explicitly._ * * * ...
Fading
You scrabble for your phone with your opposite hand; your usual hand is doing something unusual and is not available. Of course, it would be helpful if your hand wasn't wet and you could actually hold on to something. Finally, digging nails into the...
Sylvie: Chapter One
Sylvie sat on the bench feeling frustrated and ready to cry. Three job interviews in two days had lead to nothing but wasted time and, with rent due in a week, she had little prospect of getting the money by next Friday. True, she could ask her mother,...
Sylvie: Chapter Two - Part 2
The music changed and the lights lowered, pulling her attention to the stage. A vaguely tribal bass line played and a striped golden leg poked out from between the curtains, a beaded-fringed mini-skirt doing a poor job of hiding the g-string beneath...
Sylvie: Chapter Three - Part One
The documentary on the coy wolf was wrapping up while she sopped up the remainder of the egg yolk with her toast. Ferals always fascinated her, especially the hybrids. Sure, most anthros could reproduce with each other, but doing so between ferals was...
Sylvie: Chapter Two - Part One
Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she sorted through the boxes of clothes for something to wear. She'd been in the city for months but still had yet to unpack, had yet to find a job which wasn't be more than temporary. Even all her furniture,...
Sylvie: Chapter Seven
Her ass hurt. God, her ass hurt. Her legs were tired, her feet were tired, but her ass _hurt_. The short walk to the bathroom to take care of morning business was interesting and she found herself sitting on the toilet for longer than usual, not out of...
Sylvie: Chapter Six
"Shit, shit, shit!" Sylvie ran around the house, trying to gather up her things for work, trying to figure out what she would need for work to gather up. She wasn't going to be late, not really, but she would be arriving later than she wanted and that...