Thoughts of a Lapine Drummer
The otter was laughing with him, and a tobacco burst fender stratocaster guitar was hanging in front of him, suspended by it's strap. _oh, yes._ he thought. _you guys continue to joke around, when, really, your jokes are really utter shit.
Harper
With a practiced motion, he lit the end with his antique lighter, the sweet taste of the tobacco releasing a deep sigh from within as he blew a steady stream of smoke from his nostrils. _these things will be the death of me,_ he mused.
Broken Condom
In the bedroom, he could smell the sweet scent of burning pipe tobacco as his lover smoked a post-coital bowl. alex walked into the room and looked at his lover. "what's wrong, alex?"
Sleep deprivation.
He spat into the can, licking over his lips, clearing any remainder of the raisin-and-honey sweet tobacco-spit from his lips.
Shifting Paradigms in Corporate Best Practices 2
He held it in front of his nose, sniffing the dense, sweet scent of the tobacco. it was a large roll, over an inch thick, and nearly ten inches long. chet licked his lips. he'd tasted the cigars by proxy before.
Killer of Pipefixers
She cackled and spat her tobacco into a gourd, not the ground. jaeghi smiled.
The Club 2
Smoking a pipe, his dark eyes alight as he lit a match and took a deep drag of tobacco, puffing with a lusty sigh.
Fishing for a bear part 2
Dallas came to a long winding river, and then followed it up stream, every now and then sniffing the air, locking onto that combo of pipe tobacco and old worn in leather.
A Real Man - PSLion Wins
With some care, the tiger removed the still burning nubs of tobacco from the older lion's maw.
SynTech: Barely There Bear Breakup
Her cock smacked across her belly, still leaking and drooling as she angrily puffed on the tobacco. the taste was unfamiliar and for a moment adriel wondered why it was so strange. maybe she'd bought the wrong box last time at the shop?
Untitled #8.14
Untitled #8.14 * * * "yeah, some body got dug out uh the ground," the potbellied turkey laughed in a thick new york accent, his voice rough as gravel from years of smoking the pipe he was currently loading with a mixture of tobacco and pot.
One Man’s Trash, Another Man’s Treasure
As they walked in the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco filled their noses. tyson steered coren over to a couch near the back of the club. 'i don't know why you brought me here.' coren said. 'as i said, i hope it will cheer you up.'