The Longing Mouth of a Lioness
Closing the door to the small room behind me, I turned the switch next to the handle and heard the lock click. Letting out a sigh of relief as my heartbeat began to slow down, I grinned slightly and leaned my back against the wall. I had made it here...
Different Kind of Coaching
The squeaky sound of springs inside the mattress filled the bedroom, Ryan lying on his back on top of it. Ryan was an orca, his body powerful and strong by nature. His body was well toned on top of his natural qualities, and his job as a swimming...
A Game Not Worth Playing
John put down the game controller. He was frustrated once more, but now for a different reason than two days earlier. The game he bought had not given him the enjoyment he had hoped for. His mind was somewhere else, concentrating on playing was made...
Just for a Game
John was annoyed. Not just annoyed, but bored out of his mind. He was lying on his back in his bed, idly throwing a tennis ball into the air, then catching it as it fell. It was the summer vacation, and both of his best friends were out of town,...
The Sacred Rite
Crouching, Krain stopped as he noticed a trail of prints in the soft mossy ground. The wide and deep tracks were heading further into the marsh. _These definitely belong to a marsh drake,_ he thought confidently, having carefully studied the prints of...
Private Time at the Pools
Standing poolside, Ryan was observing his son Trevor swimming in the 50-meter pool. The smell of chlorine was strong, and the two were wearing only their speedos. The younger orca was clearly giving his best, having taken on board the advice his father...
Rival Encounter
As Ryan's eyes focused on the figure, he instantly recognized the imposing great white shark who stood at the entrance. "Kiefer!" Ryan's eyes were now wide from shock. He knew the one who had caught them in the act; a fellow swimming...
The One Behind the Wall
Closing the front door behind himself, John arrived back home with a big grin on his face. Half an hour earlier he had given a blowjob for the second time in his life, and this time he could not deny himself that he had enjoyed doing it. The unknown...
Tarred Feathers
A young crow was sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on a laptop screen in the dark room. The sun had gone down many hours ago, and the screen was the only source of light in that small dorm room, casting harsh shadows against the walls and drawn curtains....