Dirt Laundry. Chapter Nine.
Dirty Laundry Chapter Nine By Roofles The living room was one of the largest rooms in the dog house. It was taken up mostly by three separate, different style sofa’s that were pushed against each other creating plenty of room for...
Dog Park: Part Two
Jake wrinkled his muzzle, not wanting to pick it up with all the mud and dirt on in. he knew that he needed to bring it back though, so he reached down and picked it up as best he could.
Dirty Little Freaks: Part One
Dirty little freaks curiosity by dirt francis leaned up against the doorway to his bedroom and let out a long sigh. the genet stared back at his room, shaking his head in disappointment.
Letting Off Some Steam
My body was covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt, and -- where i had nicked myself -- blood. all of this was the result of spending the entire morning and early afternoon replanted shrubs in my backyard.
A Love Bound by Swords
The horse huffed, his sword outward and his beautiful chocolate fur was covered in dirt and blood. a second warrior kneeled below the other, his head lowered in a submissive gesture. a bull with deep black fur.
Sex lies and polar bears
'The Chained Dog' was just a typical leather bar, it stank of stale beer, sweat and leather. Of course around me it also reeked of stale beer, sweat, leather, musky bear and cigar smoke. I scanned the throng, not as busy as most nights, Wednesdays...
Dancing Dirt Into The Snow
'cause you're dancing dirt into the snow, while others look at you on show. you're dancing dirt into the snow, while all around you people grow.
Servitude
Servitude by dirt michael stopped his work to reach down and rub his knees. the cold slabs of marble tile spared no mercy to him as he did his work.
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Goldilock's Legacy
Yuri took particular joy in walking through several thick piles of dirt on the way, knowing that his new slave was watching as they made their way back.
Renamon's bathroom bash
Renamon strode through the city streets like a goddess walking among mere mortals, her blaringly naked form at odds with the shuffling masses of humans that stumbled blindly around her. She was greater than all of them and she knew it. She was...
Hocky Hazing
Everyone was tied down, except dirt who had broken free and was open beyond the mess of bodies and sticks in front of the net.