Milk Bar
The floor was of polished cedar wood, crepitating beneath the shoes, while the brick walls were adorned with mock-ups of advertisements for the bar as if coming from the previous century. as usual, at this hour, nobody was there.
The North Pole
I almost jumped when a pair of hands closed around my waist and started to trace a path to my pecs, but the thick scent of mint and cedar was enough to figure out my assailant.
The First Step
The building was all done in pale cedar, and looked like some sort of a cross between a log cabin and a posh, modern estate. devon parked his car in the small lot, and then walked quickly over to the doors.
Evil Genius - Ch. 2
He dropped the wolf inside and watched as he landed on top of the cedar shavings that lined the bottom. the wolf landed with an 'oomph.' it wasn't long before he was back up and pounding at the walls of his plastic prison.
Lust and the Void - Chapter 4
Concrete floors, exposed beams, a faint smell of cedar and old stone. another secret in roan's hidden life. two anthros waited in the main room.
Lust and the Void - Chapter 7
Roan had explained it quietly during the drive: the three-story cedar cabin on twenty secluded acres wasn�t some random vacation home. it belonged to the network.
A Lifetime with a God
The smell of burning cedar i knew fulminsa for had been altered, sharp yet salty. it carried the heady touch of a male, undeniable, and pouring from the cock that brushed my thigh as our bodies pressed close.
Lust and the Void - Chapter 6
Not the familiar basement with its cedar warmth and soft lighting, this was an old warehouse on the industrial edge of town. concrete floors stained dark with oil and time, high ceilings, exposed pipes hissing overhead.
"Spaces."
It's a prison, rough rocks, and the smell of cedar. mother doesn't know best. i stare at the green glass window, covered in rain. would the spaces between my fingers ever be full again? most nights i lie awake, hoping mother would care.
Becoming a Dancer
A mix of cedar and something else... earthy yet fragrant... before you could think any more about it, zair had mounted the bed, tail hiked. he ended his performance with his sheer loincloth shed on the stage.
Independent: Episode Soren
What if he was affectionate like cedar? no. he couldn't just mirror someone else. he was his own man. not a doser. soren reached for his head and pulled off the baseball cap that he had been given to him the day he had been 'born'.
A Warren of Our Own
She set the comb down on the little cedar tray beside us and cupped both my cheeks from behind, tilting my head back so i had to look up into her warm dark eyes. "you are not a small thing, chloe. you hear me? you go in there and you take what's yours."