First Meeting
Dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend thebuckwulf, who has been with me through everything and endured the trials of long distance.
The Best Post-Workout Exercise
This one was inspired by the incredibly hot work of art supplied to me by my lovely boyfriend thebuckwulf! _"four... five... siiiiix... seven... eight_-ah!" clank! the metal bar noisily re-racked itself with a twist of my wrists.
There's Something in the Water
So, i was talking to my mate thebuckwulf one night recently, and we got on the subject of tentacles. i wound up saying, "so, you're saying that you wouldn't be into being fucked by a bunch of tentacles?" and then he told me to write about it.
'Tis the Season to be Pent-Up
Just another fun story involving my mate thebuckwulf and i :3 this one involves smex! so, there's that. this may or may not be based on a true story! ;d for some furs, the holiday season is the most frustrating time of the year.
Track and Field: Part I
It all started on the track. That concrete loop is honestly one of my least favorite places to be. Why? Well, for one thing, track-and-field practices at the exact same time as the football team. That's peculiar in itself, but there's also the fact...
Track and Field: Part 3
After hanging up the phone I hopped off of my bed and padded softy across the carpet to my bathroom. Excitement had banished any thoughts of sleep from my mind, but I was starting to feel that thick, hazy state of weariness creep in behind my eyes. I...
Strangers After All: Part I
The trip to Myrtle beach had been an of-the-moment decision. Deacon and I just wanted to get away from our dorms and go somewhere since most of our fellow students had gone home for break. The sand tickled the bottoms of my bare feet as we walked...
Track and Field: Part 2
After practice Trevor and I walked home together as usual, and although I wanted to babble on like an excitable school-girl about what had happened with Red, I didn't bother my macho friend with an obvious overdose of gayness. Trevor was a great buddy,...
Track and Field: Part 6 - Lee
Lee I felt sick to my stomach. The whole drive in Sasha's car was giving me time to think, but, as much as there was for me to mull on, all I managed to do was draw a blank. My mind was scoured of any thought whatsoever; completely, eerily,...
Track and Field: Part 10 - Red
Red I rapped my knuckles against the glass screen door to Lee's parent's house. I tried to make it as rhythmic as I could; it turned into a long, bony trundle that vibrated the glass. It was how Mrs. Hawthorne knew that it was me. For the first month...
Track and Field: Part 4
I hate to say it, but I was about as equally captivated by the interior of that car as I was by the driver. My brain was going haywire over deciding where my attentions should lie: the pretty flashing lights, high-tech gadgets, and rumbling engine that...
Track and Field: Part 7
"Sasha, please stop crying," my sister whined. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, too. "You know what'll happen, and I'd rather cut the sobbing out altogether than start myself." My reply was a wet sniff and a whimper. I couldn't help it; honestly I...