It’s Saturday night…the eve before Easter Sunday. Usually on Saturday nights like this, you try and get a good night’s rest before putting on your best church behavior in the morning, hiding your inner wild child, silencing the slut that wants to come out so badly. But tonight, you’re craving for something different. You’re aching for a little action, so you, being rather unconventional, decide to hit up the nightclub that you go to every once in a blue moon. Outside, you look like everyone’s pipe dream: sleek, groomed, well-put together in your flashiest, stylish outfit…but underneath, you’re hiding a little secret that no one else can see. And that secret is…a fluffy rabbit tail buttplug. You’ve had it in your drawer ever since last year when you got it. Even then, you haven’t worn it before, but tonight’s different. You came to the club with a visceral desire, a need that’s hard to describe…until you see him.
Author: tarkustrooper
[FM] The Twisted Tale of Felix the Slutty Man-Cat [Fdom] [Msub] [Bestiality…but not quite] [Pegging] [Fantasy]
It was a piercingly cold December night when I was asleep in my tiny, somewhat heat-deprived apartment. The electrical heater buzzed as it projected as much warmth as it could, only to die out every five minutes for me to begrudgingly crawl out from my electric-blanket burrito to turn it back on so it would stay running. I flopped back into my bed and sighed in satisfaction as I wriggled around for comfort in my blankets. After what seemed like hours of sleep (it was really only minutes…but ohhh, were those delicious minutes of slumber!), I woke up to what sounded like faint, drawn-out whimpers. I lifted my head, not exposing any other body part out of my blankets. It stopped once I rose up to figure out where the mewling was coming from. I looked out the window…and saw nothing. Maybe it was probably my nympho neighbors going at it again. Yeah…maybe, I thought. I swear, you can’t even catch a moment of silence between these two. Even when you see them together, you can’t deny the fact that they’re bound to jump each other’s bones, no matter where they were or who was around.
Please Sing to Me [FM] [Str8] [Vanilla] [rom]
I still can't forget the first night I saw you on stage at that old local bar that I used to go to. I'd usually find myself sitting there, on my favorite bar stool, after every single shitty day at work to get trashed on each pint of Samuel Adams I could ever afford at the time. There have been countless moments where I'd get so drunk that if anybody dare laid an eye on me, I would gracefully bless them with a bloody nose given the chance, or either return their cold, glazed stare with a cruel sneer slowly creeping across my lips. What can I say? I was a wreck. Everything I've ever known was slowly and gradually slipping away from me with each sip of beer that I boldly took, and I never thought twice about it. So, as I was saying before, putting aside my sob story about why I visit that place…the moment I saw you timidly dragging yourself across the stage to the microphone, fumbling awkwardly with your guitar strap, I thought that you'd be too shy for the spotlight. Then, you opened your mouth, and I just knew from that moment on, that there was this beautiful voice matching your irresistible features.