A Wolf In Flannel Clothing
The first time he slid the flannel nightgown on and placed the matching night cap on his head was a magical event. An event unequaled by anything; not the first time he had eaten a little pig in it's quaking hay house remains, not the first time he...
Daddy's Little Girl
He promised her it wouldn't hurt: One hand slowly stroked her shoulder, and finger tips trailed through her fur, moving down her chest to wander across the swell of her breasts, to linger on the bare flesh of nipples standing out amidst short,...