Yeti Stories

I knew I was dead; I just knew it. I shouldn't have stormed away from that dickhead who wouldn't leave me alone on the slopes. I'm a decent skier, but not ready for the slope I found myself on. It wasn't even part of the resort, so trying to get down it was the worst possible decision in a day of bad decisions. Semi-intelligently, I took off my skis and tried to find my way back, but I think I got turned around when I ran...

I need something from his mountain; he needs something from my cunt. A bargain is struck. He envelops my nakedness with his furry body, warming me throughout. My shivers turn to quivers as massive hands secure my legs, spreading me wide.  With one thrust, he stuffs me. I lay my head back, enjoying his rough tongue licking my neck. I suppose I should be repulsed. He is an abominable being, after all. However, furry things ...