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The worst kind of days are snowy days where you don’t get to stay home jerking off. Today was one of those days. The class was Probability and Decision Making, and the odds were against cancelling the class being worth doing so. My students have

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Blog: Musky Writes


tags: nsfw, furry, stories, muskwalker, blackmail, elephant, otter, teacher/student, NC, amnesia, mind control, memory control

original: https://muskwriter.tumblr.com/post/178611575600

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I looked over my character sheet, feeling a little lost. Andrew had invited me to join a tabletop campaign he was starting. The big husky was so excited about showing off his new homebrew game, he’d insisted I come, even though I had no experience.

I looked over my character sheet, feeling a little lost. Andrew had invited me to join a tabletop campaign he was starting. The big husky was so excited about showing off his new homebrew game, he’d insisted I come, even though I had no experience.

Every day I ride the bus home from work and think what a lucky tiger I am. It’s not that I have the best of jobs or the fullest bank account or anything like that—my luck is squarely in the field of love. I mean, I know it wasn’t really luck.

Every day I ride the bus home from work and think what a lucky tiger I am. It’s not that I have the best of jobs or the fullest bank account or anything like that—my luck is squarely in the field of love. I mean, I know it wasn’t really luck.

“It’s not sneaking you in! It’s like, I dunno, carrying a genie in a lamp. You can take stuff in without having to disclose everything!” A trip to the movies was usually like a huge day of indulgence for the three of us, me and my brother and

“It’s not sneaking you in! It’s like, I dunno, carrying a genie in a lamp. You can take stuff in without having to disclose everything!” A trip to the movies was usually like a huge day of indulgence for the three of us, me and my brother and

Pounding beats made the dark room tremble, and as usual Hop was standing against the walls, watching the party from the edges. The tiger was…a little odd, I thought, but not a bad guy. He’d taken to wearing a couple of buttons on his jacket: one

Pounding beats made the dark room tremble, and as usual Hop was standing against the walls, watching the party from the edges. The tiger was…a little odd, I thought, but not a bad guy. He’d taken to wearing a couple of buttons on his jacket: one

Well, even though the new Tumblr guidelines allow erotic writing, folks are leaving anyway, and it’s likely I will too — especially since I’ll likely still be unsearchable even in the new order.  (I will certainly be reappropriating the ‘musk.ws’

Well, even though the new Tumblr guidelines allow erotic writing, folks are leaving anyway, and it’s likely I will too — especially since I’ll likely still be unsearchable even in the new order.  (I will certainly be reappropriating the ‘musk.ws’

So. You’ve been telling me about these fears you’re having. I think it’s about time we confront them for good. Shall we? It’s an understandable fear, to be sure: being farmed, being preyed on—it’s a primal thing. That fear kept our ancestors

So. You’ve been telling me about these fears you’re having. I think it’s about time we confront them for good. Shall we? It’s an understandable fear, to be sure: being farmed, being preyed on—it’s a primal thing. That fear kept our ancestors

There’s a spot alongside the creek that goes by the library. It’s off the walking path so there’s not a lot of people passing through, and I’m in the habit of going down to watch the water when the everyday stresses of the office get to be too

There’s a spot alongside the creek that goes by the library. It’s off the walking path so there’s not a lot of people passing through, and I’m in the habit of going down to watch the water when the everyday stresses of the office get to be too

Your pig was always immobile, even while it was still strong enough to stand on its own two feet—you just helped it look the part. You remember when it first reached out to you, begging to be fed. “I love my belly. Love being big and round and soft.

Your pig was always immobile, even while it was still strong enough to stand on its own two feet—you just helped it look the part. You remember when it first reached out to you, begging to be fed. “I love my belly. Love being big and round and soft.

I don’t even miss having bones. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if I’d known my next hookup would abduct me to his basement and flatten me like a frickin’ pie crust, I probably would’ve steered clear of the guy. But that’s over and done with—I

I don’t even miss having bones. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if I’d known my next hookup would abduct me to his basement and flatten me like a frickin’ pie crust, I probably would’ve steered clear of the guy. But that’s over and done with—I

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