Taerlyn (mm captivity graphic torture scenes)
Shots boom in the distance. A different weapon. Something vicious. Something new. Something stranger. Taerlyn's ears swivel to take in the odd sounds, the whoosh like arrows, only much thinner, many more together, how can they stay clustered so closely...
Standing In Silence
I spend time, talking to myself. I say things that I know I wouldn't say. I say things that I feel are not okay. I even think that this other person is me, but I stop, laugh, and say I'm being silly. Now, I spend time, singing to no one. I sing songs...
Red Viscous On Black Fur
So, since they said they wanted "visual, visceral", i decided to give it to them. this poem is me thumbing my nose at them a bit.
A Visceral Encounter - P.1 (Copper pov)
#1 of a visceral encounter a little story i put together as detail and nonverbal communication practice. i'm thinking of doing each part from a different character's point of view. enjoy!
Turned
You like your sex visceral, you said? lemme show you how _i_ do visceral sex." katja sat shivering, but not from the cold of her cell. she watched with unguarded surprise as tau unlocked her tether. "you trust me?" she asked warily.
"The Benefits of Pet-Sitting" -- Story by Kaz
All he could do was stupidly drool and make weak grunting moans as brutus introduced himself in the very best way possible, turning rush’s wildest fantasy into a visceral reality...
A Driving Urge - by Jeeves
The driving urge that possessed them now, was nothing more, and nothing less, than visceral, natural, and wholly true love. by jeeves
Regrowth - by Jeeves
And it was not only their duty, but their privilege, to be able to share in delivering that message with visceral clarity.
A Driving Urge
To experience that kind of visceral, physical, sexual pleasure? likely not. today though, they felt it. and they understood it for what it was.
A new beginning
Suddenly she gasped and looked at viscer now understanding her position, yet before she could roll over, viscer had placed his front paws on her shoulders. pinning her in place.
Satisfaction
This poem is a vignette that features a feeding session, belly play and light eroticism between a black bull and an orange fox in an abstract and visceral style.
Deal Breaker
The tip of his cock pressed against his asshole - raw, only wet with his natural fluids, as visceral as he’d ever had in his life. “well, you’re gonna get it now...and it’s going to be everything you ever hoped for.