Lurking in the Mud - Builders
Moving up to one of the windows teio peered through the glass and grinned at what he saw, rustic wooden floorboards and a huge stone fireplace. the whole cabin had a rustic, homemade feel to it that his father's cabin lacked.
Terra's BIG Drive
Inside the 30,000 square foot complex, the rustic feel continued with lots of wooden furniture, skins on the wall, though with the occasional streak of modern that terra had added when she inherited the season home.
Sable Ridge Farm
“a rustic farm getaway?!” iris laughed. “those city folks will love it as long as it doesn’t get too real. let ‘em pick their own food and whatnot. we’ll make sable ridge into a real attraction!”
Chapter III
Everything about her was a sickly, rustic brown; it was brittle and disconcerting to look at. she had no wiring left to speak of; most of it had been chewed away by the vermin that infested the place.
Fighting Desire
The wooden structure was crude, rustic, and mysterious, and naturally most of the student body was fascinated by it.
Ocean Depths part 17
His fur had a far more rustic look to it. it was shorter and stuck out at odd angles; it was several different shades of gray, his chest a creamy white that lead down between his legs. "i'm not sure..." "what about belly rubs?"
Friends Forever
His brown hair was cut short and neat; his eyes matching perfectly with his hair, a rustic brown. he wore a green t-shirt and brown khaki pants, which was his usual attire.
On The Ninth Day of Kinkmas
Fondly his mind wandered to master redhorn, a man he had once called jacob redhorn, someone who had swept him off his feet with startling charm and a warm rustic attitude and then pushed him to his knees eventually as the pig had found himself finally letting
poke friends forever
Second tftg story, contains feral sex and multiple orgasms from both parties several spearow flew over a rustic, two story farm house in the middle of a grass field.
R34R Story: "Honeymoon on Ventrexia" (Final Space)
Yet one other artificial structure stood out, a rustic log cabin not far from a natural lake further down the road.
The legend of the cincuate
It was rustic but not like the american rustic houses she had seen, this one felt more welcoming and sturdy, like a kind person forged by hardship.
Role Model
All through the rusticity of pit-sniffing. eat first, talk later. at least that's how martom reasoned with it in his head. after all, it doesn't really matter if his friend doesn't enjoy it because he agreed to do the 'dares' again.