A Mysterious Gift
Eventually the check and a fortune cookie were delivered to my table. now usually i didn't put much stock in the small piece of paper inside the cookie but tonight's was rather compelling. "true happiness is a gift that is best when shared."
A Place That Don't Know My Name
At the end, lucas reached for one of the fortune cookies, and smirked at the message when he opened it. "apparently, my lucky number is '4s'." "what, you mean fourty-five?" "no, it says 'four-ess.' that's how it's printed."
Strip Search
Now, she lay helpless as that same man slid his thumbs down to her engorged spade, tucking them in the sides of her fortune cookie and sliding them apart. he had to crouch a little, his hot breath wafting over her loins as he peeked inside.
Adipose City Stories
Everything from the apple pies served at burger world to the fortune cookies in a panasian buffet came from a queensland bakery.
Dirty Dogs
Hibi had three of her fingers buried deep in her feral-esque folds, the fortune cookie shaped cunt opening and swallowing the pup's digits.
Ghost2B.txt
Bastard sounded like a fortune cookie... hair clear to his ass. and had the look of one who has done without for a while. "i am sorry... my manners have grown rusty with disuse. i am cook. don't care about any other names... so, you like glop."
Consequences
He was more likely to attach an invoice for the free fortune cookies when he ordered takeout from great wall kitchen to feed the boys at the mill -- just in case cookies needed to be declared to the irs. and there was no sign of anything unseemly.
Form and Function 02
When he checked the text he got, it was an eggplant, a fortune cookie, and some water spurts. his knees just about gave out. "you don't flirt much, do you?" valencia teased. "not really, no."
Subservient, not a Slave 03
With one yelp and a grunt, she managed to squeeze out one apple through her swollen, distended lips followed by the other, leaving a peculiar triangular gape from her fortune-cookie lips.
Wolf's Recruit
--Chapter One: Wolf makes plans The air was heavy with the scent of mercenaries. It was an unmistakable cocktail of smells, impossible to adequately describe but unforgettable once experienced. Body odor, male musk, decomposing scraps of food and...
Hurricane Kim Chapter 5
A fucking fortune cookie? he just continued to stare at me with unblinking focus. prometheus, do me a solid will you? please be less creepy.
Hurricane Kim Chapter 6
I don't read tea leaves, horoscopes, shake magic eight balls, or open fortune cookies. this was pissing me off, and there was no way i could get him to tell me everything that i wanted. asshole.