Garfield Feline Fantasy Novels & Stories

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

“Yes. He spent months working on it in his office and as soon as he finished it last week, he brought it down here.” “Why here? Why not out there in the main gallery?” Farida shrugged. “I don’t know. He has vehemently refused to display it and wouldn’t say why. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is for me to leave this beautiful body of work to remain hidden here like this. Trust me, if this baby makes it to the front, it will be snatched up within seconds.” “I know,” Erin agreed. “Does it have a title?” “A Werewolf Fantasy,” replied Farida quietly. “I love it.”

He exclaimed, “Just as expected, the nickname ‘horny cat’ suits you well enough.” “Go away!” Garfield snatched Tyr’s phone back and said in a perverted tone, “Tyr, this is the first time I’ve had the opportunity to visit Japan. We always see other people having a good time on the screen. Have you considered personally experiencing it this time?” Tyr stared helplessly at Garfield before his face contorted into one of contempt. “Yamete...yamete…” Garfield had accidentally pulled off the headphone cable that was originally plugged into the cell phone. The entire cabin suddenly reverberated with a sound that made people’s faces go red.

Garfield instinctively draw using his pen a crude and ill-fitting revolver out of panic, pointed it at her head, and she halted. “Huff, huff….”Despite the fact that they were both sweating profusely, they were laughing together. “Pft, hahahaha!” As they both fell to the ground with their arms outstretched, watching the sun rise at the rooftop, K Whatever put down her hand with the kiddie sized cartoon character scissors scythe and Garfield tapped the press from his scythe pen he had. Garfield said chuckling, “If that wasn't your own scythe, you would have been actually cut by it! Although you still couldn't beat me, at least now you can wield your scythe properly without accidentally hurting

The nameless feline bumped her rough brow insistently against my cradling palms once more and I laughed delighted by her shameless demand for undivided praise. The sound pealed bright and startled against grim concrete, transmuting slowly to wonder then sheepish mirth lightening hard planes as men recalled younger days still untainted. In time even unwilling lips might curve again coaxed by feminine charm scattering light to even unpromising darkened corners that knew only stark brute transactions. "Well I be damned - its working!" Garrett shook grizzled head chuckling disbelief at the absurdly novel bonding surpassing custom barriers. I continued stroking matted fur to purring ecstasy, lett

From what she had no idea. "And they stole the gargoyle?" Colleen said. She let out a little laugh. Meg knew it sounded odd, but it was just as weird that her statue was gone. "I kind of liked that thing." "Oh? Tell me more about the dream?" Fiona said. "It was a man and he had wings. I assumed that talking to the gargoyle before bed made me think of wings. I didn't think anything of it besides that," Meg said. "You're jetlagged," Fiona said. "I think you need more wine."

Broderick said as he took the phone. Gisselle's mouth twitched, thinking, "I should have caught you to death!" "A cat?" Wade chuckled softly. "What kind of cat?" Broderick raised his eyes. "Garfield." Gisselle wanted to kick him again. Wade put his hand on his lips and laughed for a long time. "Did the cat run away?" "Well." Broderick glanced at Gisselle at the door. Seeing her frightened look, he curled up his lips. "The cat is hiding."

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."