Those Three Words
Then he spoke those three short words. "_run yourself through_." and my eyes went wide as my blade bit deep into my stomach.
Words apart together
Everyone relied upon you, turned to you when they needed comforting words or advice or just a shoulder for a moment. he was all those things and he was good at it... and he hated it.
My Words With The End.
**my words with the end.** * * * i know this is a good bit different then my usual story, but i hope it still gets read at least once or twice with the 'no-yiff' tag.
That Four Lettered Word
And i would tell you then how much you meant to me as well... how much i cared for and needed you, all summed up into three words. three stupidly simple words.
More Than Words
She could all but taste the words on her tongue. they felt good to speak, especially after such an extended silence.
Those Three Words
The words are like magic to wolf, and he shoots rope after rope of sticky, white cum over himself.
Fat Beyond Words
#17 of quick fetish blurbs (series) is there a word to describe how fat you've become? words like superchub or morbidly obese or even blob don't do it justice. teases like wide-load or lardass can't properly detail your bloated, blubbery form.
Three Little Words
Time seemed to slow, each pulse of her heart and breath dragged out, mouth dry and yet the words, oh, the words, blessedly coming as she'd always intended them to. it was time. and there was no time like the present.
Three Words Away
"i ... " three words away. three words away. just ... three words, was all. three words separated him from his dream. three. words. say them. say it. say it, he told himself. don't regret ... no matter what happens, don't regret.
As words cannot express
He writhed and churned in bed, listening idly to the mumbling of cleo's slumber, catching a word here and there, though paying no mind until he heard his name mentioned, at which point he bolted upright on the couch, leaping it soundlessly and padding quietly
... And No Word from You
words, words ... he was so sick of words. he didn't want to be told things. he wanted to be shown. "show me," he whispered, pleading, turning in a slow circle in his living room (with the candles on the bricks of the fireplace).
1000 Words: On the Job
If a picture is worth a thousand words, can i paint a scene with the same limitation? the stories in this folder are self-contained, and not interrelated, other than the requirement that they contain exactly 1000 words.