A new Pet - Moonwood Mansion Short story
I asked, trying not to let the despondency filter through my words. "well, no idea. we had to fire the dullards who brought you... we'll see today whether the new ones are any good. if they're doing their damn job, he'll arrive after breakfast."
NM #7 ~ Gone
As she walked through to the kitchen, no light filtered in from the adjacent rooms either. she flicked on one of the smaller kitchen lights, squinting and blinking as her vision adjusted.
Shadow
He checked his spam filter, most of the emails were your standard, or sub standard stuff depending on how you think of spam.
The Pythons pet
James slowly opened his eyes as the warm sunlight of morning filtered through his curtains. he could feel something wet and hot around his cock and he pulled back the covers to see what it was. he gaped.
Submission.5
Grey light filtered through ashen clouds, gwen breathed silently behind her filter-mask. around her other students plodded into the courtyard and out through the open gates, iron black partitions that surrounded the massive complex for miles.
Teenage Troubles (Edition 1, Chapter 9)
What filter do you want?" quinn asked, ignoring lyall's demands. "what filter would max want?" quinn teased."who fucking cares what max wants?!" lyall screamed. "delete the pictures now!""or... i could send them to our friend max.
Afterglow
Field, kneeling behind his camera, took some more shots, preparing to take the solar filter off when the moon completely obscured the sun. “looks like the rain’s gonna hold off,” adelaide mentioned. “told you.” “yeah.
Forest Secrets
Buck stood over her, his sleek form catching the last glimmers of daylight filtering through the trees. he gave a low grunt, a sound she had come to understand as a call—an invitation to leave her worries behind and embrace the present.
Up Bright and Early
Everyone was still fast asleep, even as early morning light began to filter in through the cave entrance, the sounds of birds waking up filtering in through the brisk air.
Wishes part 1- A new world
She could see dim light filtering between cracks. there was the creak of metal, a scuff of something against the ground. breathing, heavy, something alive.
Dominated by His "Little" Brother
He could still breathe shortly and sharply through his nostrils, laughter, music and other sounds of the busy beach filtering through, though no one could possibly know what was happening in there.
Please Don't Feed The Animals
He turned it and pointed the filter towards me. the slightly damp filter graced my lips and i inhaled the pungent flavor of the tobacco. a thin stream of smoke exited my pursed lips. "you ready to head out?" rusky asked. "not quite.