Elements of a Shattered Past- Prologue(part 2)
I glanced to the instant message window, momentarily confused when i saw it wasn’t from roland’s player but rather someone i didn’t know.
Horse meat
He need to talk with sttruder, he need to tell him that he was not ready for meet someone face to face after two years of chat rooms, emails and instant messages. the wagon stopped and the doors opened. victor stood up, took his bag and came out.
Old friends and a new one
The sister had chatted with him through email and instant message and had wanted to meet him for a while. the two siblings had gotten fox splicing, cody had gotten just as much done to him as louis, just no tail.
A Very Deer Christmas Surprise
He turned around to glance at his computer screen; he saw that it was one of his friends instant messaging him. daniel slid into his chair and typed, "what's up rudolph?"
Going Back
The two had kept in contact via instant messaging of course, despite jake's terrible internet service out here in the middle of nowhere. but it was never the same as actually seeing your kin face-to-face. "i'm...good. how are you? how was the drive?"
Pervert (for Bluewolf01)
Coming out to him through instant message had been far easier than i ever could have imagined. he had been so easy to talk to, and he set my mind at ease. he then revealed that he was bi. that helped a lot too.
En Route
August automatically found his way to the instant message app and scrolled to find the name “douglas" in his recent history. he stopped for a moment, admiring their previous conversations: two wordless columns of stickers.
Getting Back Together
Signing into his instant message program he noticed that alex also happened to be online. eric personally thought that instant messaging was too impersonal but it was significantly cheaper than using the phone. at least eric thought it was cheaper.
Freebies Vol. 48: Long Distance Edition: WhiteTiger2000
instant messages swam before his eyes. there'd been a night, a few months before... it had been late and he'd talked dirty to chris. almost vulgar. the anteater had replied in kind, promising all sorts of nasty things they'd do together.
A Chance Meeting
Switching on his computer, he logged onto his instant messager, seeing that all of his friends were offline. "great... now i'm even more alone." he muttered. pulling up his inbox, he saw that he also had no email. "figures.
Blackmill: Something's not right here.
It was marcus sending him an instant message. dylan's cock still ached from the day's events but ever since he wasn't able to get the thoughts or his erection to go away. "yeah. i was there, dumbass." "what!?! o.o you have to tell me everything!!!
QWERTY: Prologue
I can see his instant messages now. "yeah... sorry. there are better people out there. i don't want you anymore." "you naive \*\*\*\*\*\*! why are you doing this? i didn't do anything to you! i loved you!" "why don't you check your furspace then?