After Midnight
\>she appears sitting in the chair's shadow again, holding up what appears to be yarn and some knitting needles. she quietly knits in peace, humming serenely with a slight tremble in her voice.
Tina's Story, Chapter 95 K.C.'s story A Gray Muzzle story.
In her white knit top, and tight leather skirt, k.c. looked totally hot. but it wasn't how she looked, it was how she felt. "what's the matter, dear?" tina asked, sympathetically "oh, it's that time, and i'm all bloated!
Family Matters (2)
The beavers leaned back over the couch and looked at his mother knitting in her rocking chair. "i'm gay, you know that right?" "and, oh dearie, if you could see the breasts on this girl! i'm sure your children would never go hungry."
Sweetening the Deal - Part 5
She wished she could have grown up in such a close knit family. "i think it's time we sing happy birthday to the birthday boy. don't you think so, ariel?"
E.U.R.O Chapter 1
He had taken the train and arthur loved train travel, the hustle of the platform, the short quest to find a decent seat and then rhythm of the ride as the land knitted its own tale easy to read and oh so beautiful.
Change of Plans
Higher and higher his hand rose, knitting the metal teeth together and further enhancing the 'second skin' appearance of the dress.
The Virginity Fairy (Preview/Tester/Teaser)
He sat there in the darkness, sitting upright with his hands knitted together in his lap, eyes pinched resolutely shut, waiting for something to happen. \* \* \* to be continued... possibly
Ash Lake Prologue: Job Opening
To the side of the matching marble front desk was a set of elevators and on the opposite side, what appeared to be the bathrooms.a grey otter sat at the front desk clad in blue knit dress and black stockings, typing away at her computer.
Willy Clause
Momma clause was so happy to see santa resting peacefully that she didn't do more then kiss william on his head for being a good boy, before she went back to knitting blankets for all the babies that would be born the next year.
Forced Slavery: Fallen Cop
.** ** thomas was a man of about forty years, a little above the medium height, of well-knit frame, of a sanguine complexion.
Private Property
Without any tools of law-breaking herself, and at any rate lacking the willpower to use them (even for the recovery of that awesome hat, which had been knitted and felted especially for her), she'd paced the perimeter before finding the way in she needed,
Lucky Dragon
The rest were knit tightly together, supple and flexible like skin, especially across her front.