A Spare in the Trunk: Part IV
A man in a hoodie jogged past, jack tensed up, but the jogger paid them no mind. a bit later they spotted an elderly couple strolling towards them. jack braced himself again.
The Gates of Hell, Chapter 4, Morg
With another hiss the morg began stalking the laughing joggers. maybe more than one mate, that would be nice!
Storm in a Bottle
He didn't care if it was mid-winter and still pitch dark, or if it was summer and there would already be joggers out on the street enjoying the cooler hours of the day before the sun's heat began to beat down in full force over sahara square.
"Mouse Trap"
This was precisely why he'd driven to that secluded spot, that dead-end road near the hiking trails, the dead-end road that only saw joggers in the morning and parked cars full of hormonally driven teenagers at night.
Thrill of the Hunt
More passing joggers noticed the couple wrapped around each other in the tree line, fucking like no tomorrow. louise didn't stop. if anything, the crowd's presence turned her on even more.
Trade: Conquered at the Park Bench
Maybe if he just sat for an hour or two resting his cock a jogger would come by and see his cock, maybe he'd be able to fuck a stranger, or maybe he'd get in trouble, either way he was hungry for a bit of attention from more than just his own hand.
Doodle Story: Slight Nuisance
"why would--" wyley quickly stood behind craig and tried to cover his puddle when a jogger passed them. "why would you just stand there and wet yourself?! you seriously couldn't hold it in?!"
Life of Sam Episode 2 "Remby"
The two had to squeeze against the stone fence for a moment, joggers going past them and saying "good mornings" on their way.
In the Very Merry Month of May
The jogger rubbed his shaft against the nerd's exhilaration and lust beating back the forces of shame and discomfort.
The New Breed, Chapter 3 New Kid on the Block
The cool green arboretum, the gardens and the quiet laneways between the fields attract thousands of tourists yearly, hundreds of joggers daily and one highly secretive espionage agency permanently. "why did you set up here?"
The Tar Pits
Pools of decaying liquid made from the fossils of dead dinosaurs, with a quarter-mile of parkland surrounding it for the average jogger to enjoy or take their girlfriends on a walk through.
The Gates of Hell, Chapter 5, WURM, part 1
Lying perfectly still in the dark shadows it was all but invisible, and one late afternoon a lone jogger approached, and with incredible speed the wurm attacked, not moving until after the jogger had passed by so it would not be seen.