I once moved into an apartment with three other gay furries (one being an old friend), and another joined us shortly after. Two bedroom, one bath, and 5 furs. Playing reverse jenga with the trash can (whoever tips it, takes it out) and occasionally walking around nude were just par for the course. Using paper towels as emergency tp, and hearing the couple who were the actual renters getting frisky in the shower, were less common but not unexpected. And I ordered pizza so often that we got on a first-name basis with the delivery guy. Getting naughty with the friend was nice, too, when my bf wasn’t visiting (we were open).
Oh, and it was my first time living through a proper winter. Waking up to see my friend had left the window open, and the world a textureless white, was a nightly thing. I’m too cold, he’s too hot, screams. I ended up running stress tests on my computer to generate heat, and we settled on a mostly-closed window policy.
Life now is mundane by comparison. Though I’m in a master/pet relationship with the friend, he’s got a bf, and there’s been talk of moving in together, so… History kinda repeats itself? I’m okay with pizza-box trash jenga and being nude again. :P
Accepting hugs 24/7
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If I wear a Velcro suit while hugging you would wacky sitcom level shenanigans occur?
Wacky sitcom shenanigans are a given :p
I once moved into an apartment with three other gay furries (one being an old friend), and another joined us shortly after. Two bedroom, one bath, and 5 furs. Playing reverse jenga with the trash can (whoever tips it, takes it out) and occasionally walking around nude were just par for the course. Using paper towels as emergency tp, and hearing the couple who were the actual renters getting frisky in the shower, were less common but not unexpected. And I ordered pizza so often that we got on a first-name basis with the delivery guy. Getting naughty with the friend was nice, too, when my bf wasn’t visiting (we were open).
Oh, and it was my first time living through a proper winter. Waking up to see my friend had left the window open, and the world a textureless white, was a nightly thing. I’m too cold, he’s too hot, screams. I ended up running stress tests on my computer to generate heat, and we settled on a mostly-closed window policy.
Life now is mundane by comparison. Though I’m in a master/pet relationship with the friend, he’s got a bf, and there’s been talk of moving in together, so… History kinda repeats itself? I’m okay with pizza-box trash jenga and being nude again. :P