When The Lights Go Out

Story by Asa fox on SoFurry

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STOP Yes it's a poem, but it's a descriptive poem about sex! So at least try to paw off to it ^^


Between you and me,

some nights I creep.

Fox may not hear it

when the floors creak.

I, wolf, step light

my target in sight.

I step past the window

exposed in the moonlight.

When Fox is asleep in his bed

I pet his sweet head.

Under the covers

Is a hidden fur red.

I admire Fox's form,

my heart slightly torn.

I should leave him alone,

But his sheets are so warm.

Fox is pitching a tent.

Surely he felt the paw I sent.

He rolled with a murr.

Soft flesh becomes unbent.

With a kiss and a stroke,

the sweet pre that I coax

spills onto my tongue.

The Fox's cock I deep throat.

I tease out little moans

and I tousle Fox's stones.

To him it's just a dream

about being blown.

Fox stirs and he kicks

as his dick spits.

I slurp the fox seed.

I clean him with a lick.

His lips get a kiss

flavored from cum and bliss.

Traces of musk in my mouth

are deliciously crisp.

Again, lightly I step,

Fox's cock is still wet.

Fox wakes up, refreshed.

Now that's a night well spent.

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