Petting Stories

Holidays With Chloe (2)
Hi. My name is Chloe, and I've read what Dad wrote about my Thanksgiving weekend at home with him and Mom. Cute daughter? Well, yes, some people consider me cute (she said, modestly). They think Sylvia, my roommate, is cute, too. She and I look a lot alike, except she's blonde and I'm brunette. Several of you asked Dad what happened at Christmas, and he told me I had to write it since it was my story. So, it's my turn now.

I started to work in the pub and soon found it had added benefits

A mother finds herself increasingly attracted to her twin redhead daughters, and starts to become obsessed with the idea of the two of them "practicing kissing". She uses mind-control tapes to nudge them along, but once you start making your sexual fantasies come true, it can be hard to stop...

In a world where the divine realm operates with ruthless indifference, Mena's ordinary life is irrevocably altered when she encounters Azrael, an otherworldly being. Their fateful meeting forges an unbreakable bond between them, thrusting Mena into a hidden supernatural reality teeming with malevolent forces. As Mena navigates this treacherous new landscape, she finds herself besieged by dark, ominous, and vulgar creatures eager to grab her.

A story of teenagers who start a Do-It-Yourself-Project and encounter many difficulties but then get some help from a very unexpected source / (Reviews)

A Hollywood movie casting director is sent to Asia to lecture on stagecraft in Tokyo and to find a boy actor for a movie. He has happily taken the assignment to combine work with pleasure in indulging his fetish for fourteen-year-old boys in Asian countries where the age of consent allows that. He feeds his fetish in Tokyo.

Simon and his Turian girlfriend tackle the hurdles of taking their interspecies relationship to a physical level. (Mass Effect fanfiction)

A story in the The Human Nexus Universe
One night between midnight and six AM Eastern, most of the people of the world died. No one knew why; there was no warning; they simply stopped. Some survived to live a few extra hours or days. In the USA, this meant that most folks died in their beds. Streets, roads, and bridges remained mostly open. In other parts of the world, the timing was such that the visible carnage was horrendous. For the dead, neither situation mattered a whit. After a week, humanity was dead - all but a very few.