slutever: a found poem of her words
My favorite, though. are the supernatural. and the metaphorical psychological impulses tracing through live wires. and blessing me with surrealistics in action its wonderful getting to know a strangers neuroses.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 15
It's not his fault that blackness is considered to be the color of evil, it's not his fault that fate actually played on a cord of bluntness and made black exactly what first impulse makes it look like.
Welcome Home
You hear his thoughts mixed in with the primal impulses that can only be felt by the soul. passionate hunger. a sacred exchange of power. true submission. you. him. breaking down the barrier between you and him.
The Lost Princess II
"you said something about - impulses." "yes," he nodded. "that is the problem. centaurs are creatures of lust.
Pet, pet, pet
No human impulses. you're a dog, so there's no reason you'd have those. does that make sense to you?" "wrrrrooff!" _wrrrrooff!_ "what are you?" "woof woof!" _woof woof!_ "i have a feeling that's much, much better. isn't it, doggy?
(She) Wolf
The heat was unbearable, overriding every single impulse and instinct within him. he found his mind slipping and he whined when his fingers weren't enough.
Penis Envy
Save yourself from yourself, your impulsiveness, your silly thoughts of the equipment you think a male needs to have. sink deep. _sleep._ good. feel the weight of my balls weighing down on your chest and think of your wolf's.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 17
When he simply looks at him, waiting for that unexplained impulse that travels constantly between people when they talk and meet, impulse that pushes you closer to some and farther from others. the popular first impression.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 8
Spyro asked worryingly she coughed, taking a long and deep swig of air while impulsively rubbing her painful throat. "yeah" "you must not!"
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VII Chapter 20
She impulsively rubbed a claw against her chest, in her wild imagination feeling a form of a number trailed by her claw on her magenta chest.
Chapter 1: Shattered
The elite maybe even would have been fast enough to do it before the nerve impulses reached his hand. plasma dissipated into mist as the blade deactivated, and with a nod, the elite slowly turned its back to him.
Nature Calls: John's Transition
In reflex to this sensation, he acquired the mental impulse to throw up, while his body reacted as if it was an orgasm. this canceled out the previous mental impulse and then found his whole body react as if it was his own throbbing cock.