The Creation of a Monster
She could taste the girl’s lips, the faint lingering flavor of peppermint from her favorite lip gloss still clung on her lips. their eyes sunk closed, cloaked in darkness to ease the tension of a first encounter.
Moving To Green Meadow
Moose," giggled bingo, as he swept through the clubhouse, sweeping the window curtains closed and lighting a stick of peppermint incense in the corner. "what if dottie, or portia, or anyone else steps in?" asked bingo in mock concern.
Dogged Days
As long as i can have a peppermint milkshake on the way." “peppermint milkshakes? sounds tasty in practice, but i don't know." “oh! dusty. you have not even lived!"
Bank Job
I felt the bed drip which means he kneel and may release me but when his face came close to mines and i smelt that peppermint oil i melted into the bed. he cup my face and kissed me all lips, tongue, and teeth making grow wet for him.
Friend Roleplays: Squalor and I #3
Squalor's head remained mostly unchanged, save for his tongue turning a striped white and red, as if it was like peppermint. but most of all did his member change.
Spending Christmas with a Hellhound
They lapped at each other's lips, tasting the peppermint in each other's mouths as they slowly caress each other's tongues with their own.
Oral Fixation
Professional, harking back to the time when doctors had those black leather cases from which they'd bring out their instruments and their cure-it-all syringes, the kind of a family doctor who'd know everyone, had treated everyone, and would give some strong peppermint
Stocking Stuffers
She said and her nose shone brighter as the room took on her scent, the smell of peppermint. in a twinkling wind the nine reindeer were out of the room and flying high into the cloudy sky a sleigh behind them.
Welcome Home ch 05
She could feel his slightly ragged breath right beside her muzzle, could smell the peppermint of his freshly brushed teeth. he must have taken care of that before their bath, she realised, because afterwards there had been no time.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
Little is ever seen of peppermint, but the fruit of her labor can be seen in the sparkling, glistening trees of candaroo valley. elusive as a fox, this husky watches the responses to her sugarplum trees from the safety of a thicket.
Tail's 12 Days of Shitsmas
The room echoed with the familiar sound of peppermint popcorn crunching between his teeth as tails, adorned in the solemnity of his cottage, immersed himself in comfy christmas joy, savoring every moment of hilarity and nostalgia.
Santa's Little Helper
Not just peppermint like last time, but you get hints of something else. something burnt. not tobacco, though. rather like the licorice on his boots, and his socked paws after.