It
was something straight out of my most sensual dreams. Mrs. Oakwood's
hot, wet mouth opened up below me like a gaping canyon, and in the
short time I had before the inevitable plunge, I took in as many
details as I could. Her long, floppy tongue spilled out to form a
welcome mat guarded by her sharp teeth, still a little dirty and
stained from her omelet breakfast just a few hours before, and the
dark, deep cave that was the opening to her throat all tempted and
beckoned me as she held my by m

It
was a crush if there ever was one. I visited her every weekend (even
more if I had the time), thought of her every day, and sent gifts and
presents as often as I could. I'd taken enough photos of her to fill
an entire iPhone 4, and every desktop, home screen, and personal
space I owned was filled with constant reminders of my affection. In
fact, I swear that she was really the only thing that kept my world
turning.
There
was just one problem, really. It wasn't too significant, but it was
defi

The
following is a collection of stories, journals, and diaries written
by the fox FELIX VULSON before his disappearance. Includes an
interview with DANIEL DOBERMAN. DO NOT DISCLOSE.
From
company floppy disk labeled "Spreadsheets, 2/97",
"Untitled.doc" 2/5/97:
His name was Daniel Doberman, and he was everything a fox like
me could want. Strong, handsome, funny as hell, and smarter than
anyone else I knew, he was absolutely perfect...
The
only problem is that he doesn't know I