The Gross Side of Gaming

April offered as she leaned into her husband, pressing her lips against his as she sucked the other half of her bitter log. "p-please mommy!"

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Egg Filled Mate

I started to taste something different i did not know what it was bitter and sweet combined to taste good. the bitter sweet taste started to build up and get stronger. i swallowed it along with my com and saliva.

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Chapter 47: Love Slap

She looked bitterly at the fire. "i know nothing about it," robin admitted.

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Chapter 4 Good Taste

The wedding feast was the happiest he had seen his bitter, starving tribe in a very long time.

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Sin's Homecoming

Her pucker had a bitter richness to it, the unwashed muscle ripe with the taste of fresh lion scat.

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cold dark moon

I sit in a dark most say i don't need the cold bites at me with a bitter sweet sting rarely do i glimpse light and rarer still dose it chose to stay in my light the moon brings small comfort of times gone by and feelings once shared and now tears to shed

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Never

Never you tell me of days filled with hope yet all i am given is despair your lips speak of the truth all i get are lies i am told of a sparkling future what i have left is a dark and bitter past i hear your talk of forever what i am given

Chapter 6 Red Panties

She really _was_ the purest mare in the realm: evil and bitterness and greed and hopelessness hadn't yet broken her spirit.

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Shattered Pact: Ch5 Entrance

He spoke bitterly, his voice naturally holding s's. "speak fox. why do you have a feather of selana? have you come to disrupt the peace we hold?"

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Beasts of War

A battle rages across the land a fight that belongs not to man a rage that engulfs day and night a holy war between all light and with the twilight comes a peace that calms and soothes these bitter beasts and as they bask in lukewarm light

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My true loves

I used to call you my knight in shining armor, for you have rescued my weeping heart in bitter fervor. my hero in the darkest hours of my loneliness, and broke the shackles of my melancholic distress.

Gates to misery ch: 8

This was most likely the work of the bitter cold. "this isn't right... dunsparce told me the way to the palace, but he didn't describe it at all like this." "must be the bitter cold." zorua included.

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