The Abyss of Time- The Founding of my Dream
by: [The Sexy MadHatter]


 Once upon a time there was this 16 year old boy who had nothing else to do escept to jerk-off in his room. Marcus was his name and indeed he was a horny boy. He was 16 so he could not buy any porn, the only thing left that he had was to jerk-off thinking of the school girls that he fancied and to imagining all the nasty things he would do to them if he had the chance... a chance that would never have come to pass for he was too shy, too shy to hit on a girl, too shy to even talk to a girl. So, he just liked to enjoy the view... and even became a "Peeping Tom"... yes, he liked to watch.......
  One day while bored in school looking at the asses of the girls around him, just to help him later in his lonelyness, he wondered how would it be to touch any girl here without hear a scream from her or getting a slap on the face, but for that he would need something to do it without they acknoleging it... what? A drug? no...too risky...getting them Drunk? no, too risky and too timid for it... what?! if he had just one way to rape them, or at least the courage...if he had a way to stop time... Suddenly, he found on the soil a golden watch, a 19 century watch. In the back part it had something written…
What could be written on the watch?
What the heck could this watch actually do for Marcus?
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The Abyss of Time- The Founding of my Dream

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An Anthro's Wet Dream 2
by: [Nekko Fox]

Jany sat in the middle of her room, bushy fox tail flicking side to side lazily as she toyed with her dolls. Her parents had left the house for the day, leaving her and her best friend Kit to themselves. They were both eleven years old, too young to understand life’s problems, but old enough to start noticing certain things around them. Her ears flicked back, rolling towards the door and picking up a gentle calling. It sounded like Kit was calling from downstairs. She wondered when he had sneaked off on his own.
"Jany! Jany! Check this out! You've gotta see this!"
She gave a gentle sigh and set her doll down and got up. She expected that he found a strange bug or army toy and wanted to share. Then she heard a different noise. It was moaning, and panting, and grunting.
"Uhnn...unnnnnNN! Oh, Oh Mark! Yes! Yes! NNnn! Ng, UHH! UHHHHH!"
She walked into the living room where Kit sat staring at the television screen. She looked to see what he was watching and found her self staring at something she had never seen before. It was a male wolf, completely naked, and in front of him was a female fox with her head back and her tail up. His hips were thrusting rhythmically into her, and she gasped and moaned loudly with every bump against her.
"K-Kit? What..What are they doing?"
Kit turned to her. His cheek fur concealed his blushing cheeks, but his ears were turning red.
"Their having sex. Didn't you know?"
Just then, the wolf turned the fox maiden over onto her back and pulled his long, stiff erection from inside of her, preferring to lean forward and lick the clear juices that were dribbling from the foxes flower.

"B-But, Kit! Isn't this, I don't know, adult stuff? Where did you get this?!"
Kit took a moment before answering, waiting as the wolf turned the fox over and, lifting her tail, forced his pink member deep into her tail hole. He veritably drooled at the close up shot. Jany noticed a slight bulge in Kit’s pants, but didn’t pay it any mind.
"I found it in your parents closet."

How much is Kit enjoying this movie?
What kinda dream will be around tonight?
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An Anthro's Wet Dream 2

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Writing on the skin
by: [Little Miss Leo]

It doesn’t matter if we smear the ink. I know, in my heart, that it will be smudged almost beyond recognition by the end. Whether by the soft cotton sheets as he lays me on my back or by his smooth finger tips as he pours beads of rose oil down my spine and caresses it into the skin. The words will smear, it is inevitable.
He won’t write them after. Instead he just curls up next to me and plays with my hair until he drifts into sleep. He likes it down, but I keep it braided except for this now. It’s too thick and too fine to keep down all the time, it tangles like a loomers thread. And I stay awake, too driven by my thoughts to slip wordlessly after him into dreams.
Sometimes I watch him rest, so peaceful, just like the Angel he so resembles, or sometimes I close my eyes and focus on his heart and his breath against my shoulder like a hot shiver of wind. It is those times that I fall asleep the fastest. But sometimes, I just lay awake, and wonder what he wrote.
Instead, he spends hours. I don’t know if he would waste so much time on his own, but I like it, and he knows that. It makes it worthwhile. At the end of the day, as soon as everything that must be done is done, and the rest of the world is soundly in their chambers, I lead him to ours. My hands are paler then his as I tug him along the lushly carpeted halls.
We move in routine. That dance that couples get when we have been together too long to not fall into the same steps, the happy steps

What is this amazing dance?
Is this even a sex story?
Or did [Lady Di] decide to fool y’all?
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Writing on the skin

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Stacy and Meghan
By: [Tempted]


That's when I bumped into her.
The nameless girl I had been eyeing in class for months.
I didn't know much about her. I knew she was in her mid-twenties, had that deep tan that only latina's can get, and had straight long jet-black hair that bounced against her ass as she did her kata's.
She had it tied back in a pony-tail.
Fuck, I thought.
If I have one weakness in a girl, its long hair tied back in a pony-tail. It invokes an almost gut reaction to reach up and jerk her head back and nip the side of her neck with my teeth.
My knees went weak and as my head jerked back to look at who I had bumped into, my eyes instantly locked onto hers. My cock, ever the traitor, came back to attention in instant recognition. I noticed something I hadn't before. She had the most startlingly dark blue eyes I've ever seen. Those can't be real, they have to be contacts. Whether they were real or not, they offset her complexion perfectly, easily pushing her from an 8.5 to a 9.5.
And that's when I noticed it. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes dilated. Her mouth twitched upwards in just the slightest ghost of a smile. She didn't break my stare for several long seconds and then took a little hesitant half step back, still looking straight into my eyes.
"Finally," she breathed. "Does every girl have to hit you with a hammer to get you to notice her?"
Wha…?
In a classic 'out of the movies' move, she reached up and closed my mouth; running her thumb lightly across the beard on my chin in a casual move that sent chills down my spine. Her hand lingered there for a second, and after a moment of indecision, I saw a smile creep across her face. She took a step back and turned her head slightly.
God damn she's insane hot, I gasped to myself. I was trying to think of a response but the only thing that was coming to mind was a nice big blank.
I caught a hold of myself and realized this was a ploy on her part to throw me off balance. Damn, she's good at this! But I refuse to be taken down by a girl in her mid-twenties.
"Yeah, pretty much," I said, saying the first thing that came to mind. "Usually because the girl's too inexperienced to send the right signals. But I have to admit that last move was damned good; you almost had me."
I tore my gaze off of her while the back part of my brain started a constant stream of profanity at how fucking stupid I was for not trying to rape her on the spot. This is the natural mental conflict a guy has to go through when they're interested in a girl. It's why we lock up. Why we freeze. Most girls think that makes us a loser. It just means we're a guy.
As I tried to regain my cool and walked with ever quicker steps towards the back of the dojo, I heard silence behind me. Fuck, I came on too strong.

Did he truly come on to strong?
What’s with the two girl’s names in the title?
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Stacy and Meghan

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