My secret pet furry girl (MF) (PT.2)

(furry) (mf) (FF)

Its been three years since I started hiding my fox girlfriend in my ceiling. I’m 21 now, and I’ve been working as a coffee barista. I’ve saved up money, with some help from my parents, for my own flat. I’m excited to finally live with Lucia, my furry lover, full time without hiding her from my parents. Obviously shell have to hide from visitors, and it’ll be hard to get her there in secret, but as I’m a loner anyway it should be easy to pull off.

Lucia and I fuck almost nightly, we know every inch of each others bodies and are madly in love.
She has an innocent air, born from living in the woods for the first 18 years of her life, but learns fast and is mature enough for me. She has bomb tits and a pussy made for gods. Her long ginger hair is kept neat but not straightened. Her eyes are brown and her tail is fluffy.

My secret pet furry girl (MF)

It was a year ago today that Lucia came into my life. I was 17 at the time, and not too popular with the girls. I’m a tall, somewhat lanky nerdy lad. Skin whiter than bone and messy brown hair. Anyway, back on topic:

I was walking in the woods near my house, as I often did. I’m a loner, you see, always was. The woods were like a safe haven. But on this day, as I walked through a particularly dense grove of pine trees, I heard sobbing. It was quite, but as a softy I had to investigate. At first I thought the crying thing in the bush was a big fox, it certainly had the fur and the tail of one, but I noticed it had long ginger human hair from its head. It was sitting down, one hand bracing itself on the floor, the other I couldn’t see. Yes, I said hand. The things feet were paws, but it’s hands were indeed human hands. The thing must have heard me, because she turned around. I say she, because on her chest were the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. She had the face of a fox, but it had an odd human quality. I don’t know how to describe it, but the face seemed beautiful to me, like a human female model. She sniffed, and I saw the tears in her brown eyes.
“Are… Are you ok?”

Campfire stories (FF)

It was day 3 of scout camp. all the younger scouts had gone to bed, leaving only the older campers and teen helpers left around the dim campfire.

Jessica had been a scout when she was 14, and had stayed here many a time. Now that she was older, and had a break from college, she thought it right to come back and help other teens make the same memories she had made there.

She was sitting on one of the logs nearest the fire, which was set in a sloping dip in the land which had been cut to make flat steps. On the steps were logs to sit on, all facing a deep fire pit in the centre. Next to her was her friend, Emily. Emily was also an ex-scout, and although they weren’t best friends Emily was the best Jessica had at camp. it was safe to say they got along well with one another, and shared a room at the end of the girl’s lodge.

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from feeling like I’m in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

Brittany’s New Puppy II: Sister Act [ff] [bst] [inc]

Technically the whole family adopted Cooper, but from an early age it became apparent that he was Brittany’s dog. He answered only to her call, slept at the foot of her bed, and spent every waking moment he could right by her side. Naturally Brittany’s sister Sarah was a little jealous, but in time she simply smiled at the dog’s antics. It certainly wasn’t like Cooper meant to offend her, and the time the dog left her alone gave her more time to attend to her studies.

At 21, Sarah was bookish in both character and appearance, her quiet demeanor appropriately matched by her short cut blonde hair and plain, conservative glasses. Her usually flat face would occasionally morph into a subtle smile at an amusing anecdote, but she rarely laughed aloud or made humor of her own.

Even Sarah’s body seemed to reflect her aura. She was deathly pale and thin, almost painfully so, and those who had never seen her daily workout might deem her fragile. The rigid routine of this workout kept her body toned and her butt tight from many brisk jogs, but try as she might couldn’t enhance her small breasts through any exercise. Sarah rarely stood out in a crowd, but she was content this way. Few bothered to bother her.

Rios London [Interracial][Cuckold][Voyuer][True]

This isn’t one I wrote. I found it on the swingingheaven site a few years ago and saved it. I have jerked off to it many times as it’s kind of my ultimate fantasy.

I was sitting outside the changing rooms waiting for Margaret feeling shocked, slightly embarrassed and well and truly cuckolded by what had just happened but let me rewind to earlier in the afternoon. On a recent short break to London Margaret, and myself Martin decided to visit a Naturist Spa in North London which our Hotel concierge had found for us on the internet. We were catching our train home at 8pm so we had plenty of time to kill before then.

We are both mid fifties with Margaret a size 14 with lovely tits, unfortunately for me a traffic accident a couple of years ago had left me impotent which was frustrating for both of us. We had resorted to role play, her flirting with strangers and discreet flashing but this was the first time we had visited a Naturist Spa. As it was a Monday afternoon we did not have high expectations as we thought there would not be many people there. After paying our entrance fee and given our towels we stripped off in the changing rooms and with towels round our waists proceeded to explore.

Brittany’s New Puppy [f] [bst]

Brittany awoke not with a bang, but with a whimper. Softly groaning to herself, she slowly slid open her eyes, rolling over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.

Light streamed through the window, causing her half closed eyes to squint even further. With a great force of will, Brittany forced herself to roll her head and opened her eyes just enough to acknowledge the time. 9:53.

She sighed, knowing that with this new found information her body wouldn’t allow her to rest for long. Though it was a Saturday, Brittany’s mind couldn’t justify wasting the day lounging in bed. She much preferred being awake and active on the weekends.

Sitting up slightly so her head was just barely resting on her pillow, Brittany noticed that the house was unusually quiet. Her still groggy head spun for a few seconds before remembering that her sister was receiving an award for a writing competition, taking both proud parents along with her. While Brittany was proud of her sister, she was 19 and had only just begun her own college experience. Brittany wasn’t overly concerned with winning any awards; she was more content to simply stay afloat.

FUCKING HIS (EX) AUNT, PT. 5 [creampie] [mast] [squirt] [swallow]

OOPS, PT. 6

The following morning, 27 year old Jack awoke with a massive erection. The previous night resulted in him fucking his 37 year old Aunt Rachel, and the 19 year old Swedish au Pair, Maja, resulting in a massive four load creampie in Rachel, which promptly was dumped onto the face of Maja and then slurped up and swallowed by Aunt Rachel.

And yet, somehow, after fucking four times in a row, he was still horny. Still aroused.

He woke up, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then he went sneaking around. He peaked inside Aunt Rachel’s room and found her fast asleep. He tiptoed over to Maja’s room and found her sleeping, too. But when he turned to walk away, he hit a loose floorboard. He froze and cursed silently.

“You up?” He heard Maja call out from her room.

“Yeah,” he said, sneaking into her bedroom.

Maja yawned and smiled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Jack walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. He was in his boxer briefs, sporting a massive erection.

[MF][Fiction][OlderF]{Cougar][Milf] Cougar with daughter’s ex

This is something I used to roleplay, but due to a lack of decent partners, I thought I’d write up an ideal version of it. I posted a version a month or so ago, but deleted it.

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So it’s another night working at the hotel bar, while I try to work out my true purpose in life or something like that. It’s getting late, but surprisingly busy for a Tuesday evening. The clientele is mostly middle-aged white guys in suits from this week’s conference. 

There’s a noticeable lull in the general background hubbub – I look up to an elegant woman entering the bar, turning more than a few heads as she does. She’s wearing stilettos, a few inches of heel making her well over 6 foot tall, and a figure hugging black dress, which shows off her sexy hour-glass figure and her pert breasts. She has slightly greying red, shoulder length hair and… OMG it’s Alice, my ex-girlfriend from high-school’s mum!

Our eyes meet as she walks up to the bar “Ben is that you?” she asks smiling and slides up onto a barstool. She crosses her legs, revealing a deep slit in her dress and showing an awful lot of thigh. 

After Hours Class (part 2) [fiction] [MF] [light BDSM]

I held my part of the deal. Mrs. K. surely has been convincing. After that first round of personal tutoring, she completely ignored me and may have been more distant than she ordinary was. I worked my ass off and the last test of the year got back two weeks later. I smiled from one ear to the other : a straight A! I caught Mrs K.’s eyes but she seemed to look right through me. I smiled a little but she didn’t show the slightest interest in me. I swallowed my disappointement ; did she fooled me? Oh well… My senior year was nearly saved and I had the opportunity to frolic with a gorgeous woman. Ain’t too shabby. I was ready to leave the classroom when she called after me.

– This came for you, she said giving me an official-looking envelope bearing the college’s logo.

She left without another look. I opened the envelope and found a single piece of paper with an adress and what looked like a room number followed by “9 p.m.”. My heart started to beat a little faster. Of course. No late class today, we could get caught here. Risky is exciting, suicidal is just plain stupid.