A Night to Remember
Leaning over this booth is killing my neck..." he asks, somewhat rushed. raymond backs off for a second, looking around the booth and nodding with a small exhale. "yeah... here, look, i can make this better, hop off the booth..."
Engulf Part One - We Now Take Credit Cards
Caution: this story is disgusting and possibly erotic. If you are under 18, there is nothing surprising about that, but you should not read this because conservatives may be distressed. There is mild cursing, sexual positions and actions and plenty of...
Fur Wash
In the booth? with him?? i don't move. i swear i see his mane bristle. "i'm not fuckin' about, weasel. get in the booth." "i... i... i'm not a weasel..." "i don't care."
Ridden Hard (Commission for Eric the Bull)
"behind my right shoulder, in the booth." henry whispered and rut looked. just like the horse had said, reclined against the plush looking booth seating was a bare-chested, black and white ferret that he made eye contact with.
Commission : The Stables
He could see the dj booth over on the dance floor at the opposite end of the bar. two giant plasma screens were hooked up behind the booth, showing flashing videos of various patrons or music video briefs.
Making Mirrors
_Well, I am suffering from writer's block, or a special case of writer's block. :p So, well, while you all are waiting for another chapter or a new story to pop up, here is something short I decided to write. Enjoy!_ * * * _Sometimes the sun won't...
Colt of the Cloth (Ch.2)
Christian said, slamming the door and stamping back into the confession side of the booth, sealing all three of them in (though divided by one barely useful window). "weellll... it's kind of a long story."
Death from the Shadows - Chapter 1
Nyeusi takes a drag off the cigarette and moves off the barstool, starting to head back to his booth. "you follow my instructions, you will your interview."
Possessive Tendencies
\>You and your wolfur sit on the ground leaning against a wall, her arms hugging you tightly against her chest \>"SORRY-SORRY-SORRY-SORRY" She repeats, words sometimes devolving into anguished sobs \>Her apologies do little to dull the pain coming...
Second Proposal
Michelle let him get into the booth first and slid in next to him. "she's not mexican." "huh?" ray slid into the booth next to tanner, sitting across from michelle, tail beating good-naturedly against the back of the booth.
Iron Stag (3/8)
Gambit stammered slightly as timber sat in the booth opposite him.
CoC Fan-Fiction: Drake and Ember – Chapter 2
As he slid out from the booth, he walked off, watching as she took no notice of his departure.