Under The Otter's Tail
Hot from the attention on his rear, his cock pulsed and dripped, wetting his belly fur as well as the pillows under him. he had become fully hard from the earlier abuse, much to his chagrin.
Under the Mount 2
#2 of under the mount over a year after writing the first part, i finally bring you the second part in the 'under the mount' series. i went a bit overboard on this part -- at over 11,600 words, it's well over three times the length of the first part.
The Subject Under Discussion
There was a time when the word count for a short story was anything under about 20,000 words - roughly defined as 'a tale to be read in a single sitting.' after that came the novelette, which stretched out to about 50,000 words.
Under the Macroscope - 1
In case you haven't guessed from the multitude of tags attatched to this thing, it's smut - that means that all you people under 18 shouldn't get caught reading it.
Under the Macroscope - 2
#2 of under the macroscope "weeks after the phenomenon which created the macro incursion, only the strongest-willed of the vanished have yet to give in to their baser desires - becoming hundred-foot sexual gods at the price of their inhibition.
Under the Macroscope - 3
#3 of under the macroscope "with the sudden advent of almost four dozen macro rampages worldwide - almost overnight - the macro /threat/ has become very real.
Under the Silver Moon
Tramer mumbled under his breath, his expressions changing from their usual calm to a scowl.
Rubber Under the Water
Reaching up the transforming woman rubbed at her face, squatting down ever further to stay under the water. her face felt odd, tingling in a very interesting way as she felt it starting to grow under her fingers.
Courage Under Fire
For the moment he was about as clothed as he preferred to get under the circumstances. then he and moptop settled in for the night. moptop sat against the tree trunk, luger in his holster, the dead st.
Hot Under the Covers
The sheets under his body felt cold from the cum bath he received earlier along with the sweat covering his body. the bed creaked under their weight as both lovers enjoyed the deep physical connection.
The Cult Under the Gym
A wet mark spread through the black fabric, and he blushed, twisting and turning under the chains as more candles were lit. as the last wick caught fire, crisp arched his back, cumming in his pants.
Trapped Under The Paw
He was trapped under the foot, the odors invading his senses; although it reeked, it was a divine place to be, for it was where he was supposed to be, where he belonged.