Author Archives: Darac

Last Night

Zoe and I were old school friends. Sweethearts, I guess you could say, but I’d never really thought of us like that. We’d got to know each other really well through our teenage years. At university we’d shared a flat and had become somewhat more than friends: lovers perhaps, certainly intimate. After university, though, we’d […]


Bed and Breakfast and Bondage This is a first draft of this story. I’ve got the main ideas down, but I realise it’s not much more than a sketch. That said, enjoy. A distant, but approaching drawn out crunching sound heralded the arrival of more guests up the long, gravel drive. I clicked the power-button […]

Real Friends

My friend Amalasuntha sent me a writing challenge the other day: 500 words – no more, no less – with a given starting line. As I’ve not done much writing for a while, and because I’m terrible at endings, I took this challenge on. See what you think of the results.

Layleaux Rail

This is basically a write up of a dream I had last night, in particular Foyce’s outfit and her job of being a Trolley Dolly.


I was a young man when I first saw the Phoenix.Yes, the Phoenix, that mythical bird from antiquity. Now, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not talking the Firebird – the beautiful bird whose wings literally are fire, whose beak is a sparkling ember. Nor am I talking about the Thunderbird – the stunning avian whose wings […]


This was written as a response to Phoenix‘s challenge to write a story beginning with the following line: My names Tabitha, I work part time at Mrs Clucky’s chicken outlet and before we start I’d just like to say that it wasn’t really my fault.

The Cerberus

All characters and situations are fictional. Any similarity to persons (or furs) living, dead or otherwise or to events past, present, future or in potentia is coincidental and unintended. All original material ©Paul Saunders 2001. A Crew that was never born. A spacecraft that was never built. An Organization that does not exist. That’s the […]

Ode to a WinterWolf

Here’s a little poem that I wrote for Darkhorse. It doesn’t quite rhyme and it doesn’t quite scan, But I’m not quite a poet, I do the best I can. He knows I love him and he loves me, of course! About Darkhorse there’s many things I adore. I could give you a plethora, but […]

The Birds and the Bees, the Flowers and the Trees

This story contains explicit sexual material and should not be read by minors. Written as a bit of a challenge from a Livejournal post, this story shows where the phrase “The Birds and the Bees” came from. This story contains graphic, if unusual, sex scenes.


Carla is a typical fifteen-year-old. Popular on the internet, but bored at home. However, Carla is different in that she’s a true hermaphrodite. So when she goes online, she’s not short of offers… This story contains explicit sexual material and should not be read by minors.