Shrapnel
Now you see, my _full_ acting name in my porn days was _kit "shrapnel" caena_; this was not only because my spunk was pretty copious, but that it used to spray and spurt everywhere when i unloaded.
What Can Be Made of the Shrapnel
What can be made of the shrapnel
Den-Stuffing
"probably nothing" shrapnel shrugged, with the shox inclined to agree, the light beginning to fade as the world bloomed around them.
THE FRONT: PART 5
shrapnel splintered wood near scott's side and he felt a new surge of fear, he didn't want to die. then a shell whistled overhead and exploded near the support trenches, showering the fighting anthros in mud and shrapnel.
THE FRONT
shrapnel splintered wood near scott's side and he felt a new surge of fear, he didn't want to die. then a shell whistled overhead and exploded near the support trenches, showering the fighting anthros in mud and shrapnel.
Lying Figure In Mirror
_Second verse; Same as the first._ _Fingers green with rich infection, wayward veins of blank direction._ _Scrapping hope from broken minds, cradlingcurledcontentconfined!_ _Licking lips from blossomed hearts,_ _wistful whisp's and glazing...
Metamorphosis of Narcissus
_"Every man puts himself into God, and even God is a man, himself." -Anonymous_ Hmm? What's that you say? .... You mean this? I see. No one has ever asked that of me before. Why would you want to know about my life, my young friend? ......
Red Storm chapter 2
He fished around for the shrapnel, or whatever hit him, but all he was doing, he reasoned, was making it bleed more. he stopped and continued to hold on to his wounded leg. a couple minutes past, the two sitting silently under this tree.
My First Story Pt2 The Start of a New War
The sun had started to rise, i shined a flashlight on my arm and had a 2 inch wide piece of shrapnel in my arm. i grabbed my med kit and pulled out the shrapnel and put a cloth around it.
No Big Deal
Dissolved into white-hot pleasure as her body drank every drop of shrapnel's cum, just as a good hyena slut should.
THE FRONT: PART 12 (Last Part)
He buried them in the soft loam, not minding the pebbles and pieces of shrapnel that scraped against his fur. "thank you wynter." he said quietly and continued walking.
Watching for Giants
Her sharp eyes could see little traces of shrapnel deep inside the wound, and she realized she was bleeding, not intensely, but bleeding none the less. everyone told her the bombs would bounce off her fur like rain drops.