Housewarming

At 28 Bree was young but had achieved the title and respect of a senior accountant in a large national firm. As you might expect this meant that in her professional demeanor maturity and competence oozed from her well fitted business suits. She was 5' 9" with a fit body and an attractive face but her clothing did little to enhance her appeal as a woman. Bree also had beautiful silky long brunette hair but all her work colleagues ever saw was a tight bun at the back of her head. She could easily win a librarian look-a-like contest. She even wore her hair in this severe style at all company social events, off-site conferences and trade shows. It was a key element of her business persona. Indeed, her librarian-spinster look was exactly how Bree intended. She knew that if her body was exhibited rather than cloaked her career would suffer. Horny men love to see sexy women but frequently assume their brains aren't in the same league as their bodies. In the world of corporate ...

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories. The mare lay flat on the surfboard, a damp rash vest clinging to her torso while her board shorts dried in the warm summer sun. Her red coat glowed faintly with good health, but the sprinkling of salt crystals in her chestnut fur would later need to be washed out, cleansed from her hair so that it would not dry wispy and tangled. It was more than a fair exchange for a day out on the water, however, a smile on her lips while she floated, waiting on the right wave. Not that one. It had not risen into something rideable, and she pushed off, kicking and paddling with her arms, ducking under it. One...

Celestino glared at Aerric, the storm god. Aerric pretended to adjust his black leather harness, dismissing the questions that Celestino had thrown out at him. "I asked you a question," shouted Celestino, his fist slamming into the marble armrests of his throne. "You will answer your king!" Aerric rolled his eyes. He walked to the large window, looking out toward the horizon. He leaned against the wall, one arm against the molding above his head and the other resting on his hip. "I have no idea what's going on down there. I seriously do not know. I was never in the South then, I was far away from there," he said, not even turning to face Celestino. "Where were you?" asked the king. Aerric then turned and smirked. He took his hand off his hip and made a pumping gesture at his crotch. "I had some...business up north. It was a usually big blizzard...odd for this time of the year, I know, but he was a hottie. I have a lot of leeway up ther...

"Ahh, ahhhhhfuuuck", Ängel groaned and loudly expressed their joy, as their boyfriend Per slid the shiny lubricated dildo into Ängel's tight rear. "Just like that, good pet, continue accepting this dildo into you, filling out your empty needy slutty self." Ängel could just barely return a reply consisting of a groan. With the dildo now fully inside Ängel's rectum, Per allowed Ängel to let themself get used to the new width and length. The couple just moved into a nice cozy house a far bus ride away from the city. Ängel and Per, being hypersexuals, always looked forward to the day they'd move out together from their crappy and shoddily-maintained apartment, where anyone could hear anything whatever the neighbours would be up to. Anything not vanilla sex, in such case Per would just hold Ängel's mouth when they moaned (and oh fuck, what a moaner Ängel is!), they'd bike to a secret spot in the woods not too far from the city suburbs, where Per woul...