The night of my first two-day hangover
In the bathroom I fiddle with the black tie in the mirror, admiring my soft pale fur in the florescence of the vanity mirror lights, smoothing out the patches that stick up in tufts between my long vulpine ears. Looking up and down my lithe frame, I...
Introduction
**A letter from the author;**** ** To my coveted readers, please know that these following stories are works of only part imagination. They are all more or less the truth, based upon my own recollections of my personal sexual endeavors. I'm not in...