I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t searching around the house for things that would make my “Little Buddy” feel good, and stand-up nice and Tall!  When I was 7 my mother got a full length silver grey mouton fur coat for Christmas.  As I sat there and watched her model it for everyone, I suddenly realized my “Little Buddy” was starting to grow!  It literally slowly crawled up my underpants, until it was a full-blown rock-hard erection!  To this day I have no idea why it affected me like that, but I’m glad it did!  I vowed to my “Little Buddy” right then and there,  he would get to find out what it felt like, and he did!  Very very early one summer Sunday morning, when everyone else was still sound asleep,  I slipped into the closet were it was hanging.  My heart was  pounding like crazy as I pushed the other coats away from the back of it, and stepped into the void as I closed the door.  We had no air-conditioning, so it was hot and humid as well as dark as pitch in there when I pulled my underpants down.  Gathering and hugging her fur coats back against my nakedness, I instinctively started humping it.  as my “little Buddy” slipped into those soft furry folds, I’m pretty sure I let out a very audible  moan of newly discovered pleasure.  I buried my whole face in its fuzzy back panel to muffle myself, while I just humped the holy hell out of it.  I couldn’t get enough of it!  I found out the faster and harder I went at it, the better and better it felt.  I had its hanger literally bouncing and chattering on the closet rod when all of a sudden, BANG!  What I was doing felt filthy dirty to me!  I pulled up my underpants and went back to bed, feeling deeply ashamed of myself, and vowing to never do anything that nasty again!  It was my first dry orgasm, and well, we all know that that feeling didn’t last long.  For the next 10 years, until she gave it away, her fur coat sexually pleasured me, every chance I got.  In fact, about 3 or 4 days before my 11th birthday, it was the willing recipient of my very first ejaculation!   It didn’t scare me, in fact, I’d been waiting for it to happen!  The sight of  my sperm splattered on its back, and a glob of it running down one of its sleeves, burned itself into my psyche.  I went on to repeat that gooey spectacle with over  170  unsuspecting womans and girls fur coats, over the next 5 decades.  I’m over 70 now, but I can still dredge-up each and everyone of those glorious furry encounters at will, and enjoy it all over again.  As well as the thrill of seeing many of the owners walking around wearing their fur coats, after I had pleasured myself with, and on it. This truly is a WONDERFUL affliction!

How wonderful for you and your "Little Buddy!"   Great story, indeed!

I bet you have lots of stories Cindysfur

Nice to see your still around minkme.  I've enjoyed your stories in the past! 

Guest Cindysfur,  You're no longer a member?  Just a guest? 

It's kinda that way.   Back when the Den was going through all its iterations  my membership kept getting dropped, or for some reason my logon wouldn't work.  I sort-of became a little disenchanted.  That, and I'm going to have to get a 2nd mailbox someplace, because the wife has access to my e-mail right now.  But, we did drop by every-once-in-a-while, just to lurk and see how things were going. 

Oh, so both you and your wife look at sites like this together?

You can always open your own email account and user name.  My wife does not know about my secondary email and my account here.

No-no-no-no, this is NOT one of those things my wife and I do together, not, by a long shot!  What I meant was sometimes she uses my PC, and I don't need her seeing stuff in my e-mail.  I think before I had a g-mail address that I used for everyday mail, and I had a separate mail- box set-up on a separate yahoo address for all my naughty stuff.   May look at that again!  By-the-by,   are you and your wife, or girlfriend I don't remember,  the ones who were having some fun with a guy or guys at a bar, when she was wearing a mouton jacket?  Seems like I remember that!

fun with a guy or guys at a bar?  No sorry, it was not me or us

sorry.

We might have chatted before.

Cindysfur,

Love to hear your stories posted in the stories section...Adventures of Cindysfur....You can write a book. 

On 5/25/2023 at 1:10 PM, Guest Cindysfur said:

sorry.

I am Furman plus, not Cindy's fur.  I need to know to whom I am responding.  I do not have any recent fur experiences.  I hope that a member can read this entry and respond to me, saying what he or she wishes to know.   So far, communicating here has been a bit confusing.   It might be great fun to interact with someone who can tell what he or she wants out of this online chat.    I would enjoy interacting with someone who might have the same fur interests that I have.   I live in the District of Columbia, a rather staid town, but I am  certain that a fur rendezvous could happen for me here.  I am 75 but young at heart and easily aroused by  FUR!  I love muskrat and mink.

On 5/21/2023 at 11:30 AM, Guest cindysfur said:

I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t searching around the house for things that would make my “Little Buddy” feel good, and stand-up nice and Tall!  When I was 7 my mother got a full length silver grey mouton fur coat for Christmas.  As I sat there and watched her model it for everyone, I suddenly realized my “Little Buddy” was starting to grow!  It literally slowly crawled up my underpants, until it was a full-blown rock-hard erection!  To this day I have no idea why it affected me like that, but I’m glad it did!  I vowed to my “Little Buddy” right then and there,  he would get to find out what it felt like, and he did!  Very very early one summer Sunday morning, when everyone else was still sound asleep,  I slipped into the closet were it was hanging.  My heart was  pounding like crazy as I pushed the other coats away from the back of it, and stepped into the void as I closed the door.  We had no air-conditioning, so it was hot and humid as well as dark as pitch in there when I pulled my underpants down.  Gathering and hugging her fur coats back against my nakedness, I instinctively started humping it.  as my “little Buddy” slipped into those soft furry folds, I’m pretty sure I let out a very audible  moan of newly discovered pleasure.  I buried my whole face in its fuzzy back panel to muffle myself, while I just humped the holy hell out of it.  I couldn’t get enough of it!  I found out the faster and harder I went at it, the better and better it felt.  I had its hanger literally bouncing and chattering on the closet rod when all of a sudden, BANG!  What I was doing felt filthy dirty to me!  I pulled up my underpants and went back to bed, feeling deeply ashamed of myself, and vowing to never do anything that nasty again!  It was my first dry orgasm, and well, we all know that that feeling didn’t last long.  For the next 10 years, until she gave it away, her fur coat sexually pleasured me, every chance I got.  In fact, about 3 or 4 days before my 11th birthday, it was the willing recipient of my very first ejaculation!   It didn’t scare me, in fact, I’d been waiting for it to happen!  The sight of  my sperm splattered on its back, and a glob of it running down one of its sleeves, burned itself into my psyche.  I went on to repeat that gooey spectacle with over  170  unsuspecting womans and girls fur coats, over the next 5 decades.  I’m over 70 now, but I can still dredge-up each and everyone of those glorious furry encounters at will, and enjoy it all over again.  As well as the thrill of seeing many of the owners walking around wearing their fur coats, after I had pleasured myself with, and on it. This truly is a WONDERFUL affliction!

 

15 minutes ago, Deezy said:

 

My father had brought home some tanned beaver pelts. After touching them I was hooked. Fur was for me!  I loved the feel of them all over my body, but mostly my cock and balls. Get hard thinking about it. A few years after that my sister came into a bear rug. If I thought the beaver felt wonderful, while the bear had longer fur and and felt more amazing than the beaver. Not to say I don’t love beaver fur, but just love fur in general. I like it to be original, not sheared but to have all the long furs left. 
I think that’s why I like hairy men as well. Love the feel of them against my cock and body. 

When I was young my mom borrowed a very fluffy white fur wrap trimmed in tails for a special occasion. Even at my young age knew seeing the tails ensured it did not end well for the poor animals draped around her shoulders. I was shocked to see her enjoy wearing the fur without sympathy after I confessed my feelings. My dilemma along with me was wrapped up quickly. She let the luxury, softness and warmth of fur solve the problem. A most tender, sensual and soulful memory!

I'm here

On 3/1/2024 at 7:28 PM, Peltzz said:

I'm here

 

Hi Nice fox!  shyfurwriter here. I want to join the fur den but I am not receiving conformation e mails. can you please pass this on to staff. Sorry to be a bother. Thank you!   

Leuk om hier allemaal te lezen. Mijn kleine vriend vindt het ook leuk om bijna elke dag onze collectie te zien en te masseren of een hete tijd te hebben met mijn vrouw in/op vacht.

Who's looking for other slutty and kinky fur lovers

who do very naughty things in furs in the US 😉 

im here 

On 10/3/2023 at 11:37 AM, Bearfurman said:

My father had brought home some tanned beaver pelts. After touching them I was hooked. Fur was for me!  I loved the feel of them all over my body, but mostly my cock and balls. Get hard thinking about it. A few years after that my sister came into a bear rug. If I thought the beaver felt wonderful, while the bear had longer fur and and felt more amazing than the beaver. Not to say I don’t love beaver fur, but just love fur in general. I like it to be original, not sheared but to have all the long furs left. 
I think that’s why I like hairy men as well. Love the feel of them against my cock and body. 

yeah I love bear fur also, long &

coarse haired furs in general. A selection of some of mine:


I started making love to my parents' trophy hides and fur coats/muffs/stoles and even playing with the family dogs' long fur and my own long Native American hair, from an early age. Then started seeking out furs of my own and hunting for bear, cougar, trophy ranch animals with nice pelage, etc. and the rest is history.