Pain
The guy anger fucking me in the motel, coming home early, and what i did to the mirror. how do i tell her just that little bit? "i need help." that is all i could say before i started to cry.
Swamps Ain't the Kindest Places
.** after several shots rang out through the swamplands, barrett was back at his motel room, cleaning off his pieced apart revolver with a towel that came with the room.
Hypocrite
After a while they arrived at a cheap motel at the outskirt of the city, where mr. carlyle, a weasel stood guard at motel room door. when he saw the vehicle arrive he signaled that the coast was clear.
To the Lighthouse
Just eli walking towards the motel's front door. brayden scurried to catch up. "really! i could! cats see real good at night, dude. barely even need the headlights."
werewolf, part 1
We ended up in that motel room." denis grew cold inside. "woa!" someone said and he was being held. "don't faint on me. 'wouldn't look good." he was helped to the couch, where he felt his strength coming back.
Craving
I wished i'd never had to come back to this run-down motel or any other motel, but i knew that wish would not be fulfilled. after a fifteen-minute walk, i spotted my pimp's black sports car. my legs got weak, and i swallowed my spit--and my fear.
Master and His Pet (Ch 1)
Let's go" next thing i knew i was in a motel room my pants tossed to the side in only my shirt my cock tenting my tight underwear, he was over me his thick musky cock close to my muzzle.
2021-09-13 Writing in 3D Exercise
Valyr thrust clay upon the motel bedspread and shoved his legs apart. clay whimpered, but valyr shushed him, not really wanting to have to listen to his incomprehensible words just now.
Grentail Manor Chapter 5
The motel was nearly a hundred feet in the air and descending rapidly. he hadn't felt the vehicle take off, but susila realized he wouldn't have in the controlled environment of the motel. still, he had never enjoyed flying.
"The Wild King" epilogue pt. 1
I swept most of the debris out the door, and collected garbage from the motel 7 during the night.
Gift
But, the call id box showed two calls from the motel. sam frowned and orchid scratched her head. that wasn't like adrian, to call and not leave a message.
The Snowstorm (A Walter Fox story)
"oh, more comfy than the motel would have been, and cheaper," i quipped. "they brushed the snow off me, they fed me breakfast, and they helped dig my car out, service no motel would have given me." "i see.