This Machine
She thought about it idly for a moment, distracted by an ink pen on his desk. "where did you get it?" he blinked. "what do you mean?" she pointed at it. "the inkblot." he shrugged. "from the store." she shook her head.
A Year in Kinky Review (Personal-Patreon)
Even as the smells of the old papers got to him, so too did the old bits of jizz that had served as part of the ink during the old budget cuts.
Sexual Favors
I was almost done, but my pen was running low on ink and eventually died before i could finish. "what, out of ink already? shit, where do i keep the spares again..." i searched my desk, but i couldn't find any extra pens.
The Tattoo That Started It All
It only took a few more pokes and ink injections and the tattoo was finally completed. after inspecting his handiwork, the tattoo artist put down the tattoo gun. it looked alright, the image shimmering with fresh ink.
Family Part 1
He was sitting on his haunches in front of a dragon-sized book, his trimmed claw tip dripping with black ink. he had just finished writing a sentence and began dipping his claw into his ink vial when he noticed his son stroll into the study.
Scavengers pt 1
Sal blew the ink dry and put the map back into his bag, and tucking the pen into the compartment that sal had sown in. everything had a place in sal's bag. "sal?" "yes michael?" "food."
Equestrian Wars: Rise of Carthage pt. 2- War on the Horizon. .
Before celestia left to greet her sister, she used her horn to summon a piece of paper and a quill and ink.
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He drew his fountain pen with his other paw, twisted the upper portion to pull the writing end out and let the inked edge touch the page. cliff started writing.
Fractured Memories Part 3
The strange mark i had seen had almost slipped my mind before i returned to my room the fallowing night to find a peace of paper on my bed with writing in red ink on bronzed paper that reads "have you seen the mark?"
Agony
Poor brother jeffry fought hard, his oak desk had been overturned, ink splattered the ground where his inkwell had fallen. books scattered the stone floor, pages had been strewn about.
Cephalopods, part 2
Her body tensed, her nipples beginning to lightly drip her ink into the water below as she reached her limit.
Indelible, part two
"it's the ink, obviously," tyler said. "i mean, did one of you wish for a cute, fur-less boy to come visit?" _the ink?_ james wasn't sure he had heard right. "it doesn't work by wishing," mick said.