Death (A mini-story)
A man stands at a door. he looks up and down it, the door standing a few stories tall, or at least appearing like it does. the man..middle aged, one would say...seeming as if but a child in front of the massive door in front of him.
The Neighbor Bears All.
Stepping over to the open doorway, the tiger wraps a couple times on the wooden door. "need a hand?" he calls out. moving around the corner from further within strolls a curvaceous polar bear.
The Neighbor Bears All 2: True Feelings
Pushing herself away from the door towards the male, "shut the fuck up, baby. i want your mouth doing so much more than talking right now!"
Zen's Beginning Story
He stood back from the door and realized that there were 12 doors he read and 12 holes in the giant door. he tilted his head then looked at the other rooms.
The Door...
We pick op are blade and open the door knowing that there will be nothing more, we have lived we have loved we have lost and we have found, we laughed and we cryed, we helped and we hurt, but now we reach the end, we reach the door.
Doors
To let him grow so that his fat alone touched both sides of the door.
Doors
It's hunger was still there, very aggressive and driving the roo to start shuffling sideways towards the door.
slow love.
i've felt love for many other guys. but none came close to davion. his brown hair solfty blew in the wind. my cute littel wolf lover. his solf green eyes closed. the light warm on my skin. we lay there not moving for what fells like hours....
Commission Zone: Door-to-Door Moommy
"gotta look presentable fer whoever's at tha' door." he muttered, standing up on his hooves and trotting through his home's kitchen to make for the front door.
Perceptional - Pt 4: Are you the doorman?
He ran down the hallway, in the bathroom door, and consequently out the front door, around the house, in the back door, into the tool shack. he grabbed a ladder from the back and set it on the wall beside the back door.
Sleeping With The Enemy - Past Wolfing Around
#5 of sleeping with the enemy - series i padded over the cold, hard, flat brick toned tiles to my door, the gold coloured letters tl were screwed into the white oak door, spots of blood stained the door from earlier that day, i opened it and closed it on
The Second Door
He looked to the one open door in the room, once again noting the tiny, shallow closet with a wedding gown spiked to a wall, then to the other two closed doors. "loss and truth." "which next, do you think?"