I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...
Depression, Self care, Self love, despair, hope
_This is a story I was inspired to start because of a very special friend. It includes situations with some people may be uncomfortable with such as male/male romance. Please use discretion when reading, and if you do not enjoy this sort of thing...
Bunny, No-Yiff, Romance, Story Series, Wolf
She stood in front of the mirror looking at her naked self, well as naked as one could get with a full body coat. "secondly, you need to offer your reflection two things, a piece of mind and a piece of body.
Siya, self
When Ben woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the taste of cum still in his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw Cody sleeping, a white crusty substance on his mouth. Yeah, Ben thought, not a dream, we sucked on each other last night....
Autofellatio, Camping, Friendship, Horse, Leopard, Masturbation, Rimjob, Self Fuck, Self-fuck
There is a divide, between who you are, and your ideal self: the you inside the shell.
_look in the mirror, but you won't see me._
"i know, i know! there is little i can do but endure."
_look at me, inside your head.
Philosophy, Self-Examination
I walked into a small room, a few of my friends there; the room had a distinctly ominous feeling, that's for sure - but then again, why would I care?
Anyway, as I walked in, my tail brushed across the door. The two police officers were sitting down...
Psych Self, Shirai
Desiring some kind of ascent, or uplifting from the human race,
I picked a tail and coat of fur.
One to properly accentuate my taste,
For lithe frame, cleverness... and grace.
I wanted to be free--from a society
Of cheats, preachers, and smiling...
Poetry, Self-reflection
Death is freedom
From this lie,
To live is to
Exists in false hope,
In death I am
Still a captive,
In life I'm in false hope,
But all I hope for
Is Truth or Deceit,
I am an indefinite presence,
With the wish for a known
Basis to go on...
Depression, self-portrait
Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic.
Pain. Thoughts of malaise. "Why me?"
Restless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. _Kami no Kitsune._
Bad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face...
Poetry, Self-reflection
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by
But I won't stop!
To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery
One sleek animal promises to me, I can run, swift and be free--no, be me!
No more lament, just moving forward on all...
Poetry, Self-Examination
Words hit me.
Every time
I am the punching bag for words,
My sacrifices do not matter only words,
My love is forgotten, my sacrifice is forgotten, everyone.
They believe that I am the anchor pulling them deep down.
That little girl, her smiling...
Innocence, Self destruction