A boy and his dog
It brought back fond memories of many summers spent here at the lake. kyle wondered over to the pier and walked to the end. he sat down at the edge of the pier and dangled his feet... well, his paws... over the edge.
To the Ends of the Earth
The image brought up fond memories of the past, when he ran through the golden hills of lavenfall with his own childhood friend. sadly, he moved away shortly after he became a knight. "damn tristan, where have you gone?" he cursed under his breath.
Nature Runs Its Course
Kara only had fond memories of her three years of life with her litter mate. her entire existence had been filled with guiltless play and endless food.
Chapter 18: Sleep Tight
Standing on the summit, kilyan felt a dull ache in his chest to see that endless, barren earth: he had no fond memories of the wastelands. his visits to this place had always been in the midst of suffering and desperation.
2 - Relieving Pressure
I have fond memories of her telling me of him. toned muscles, long brown hair and resolute hazel eyes. a real stereotypical hero y'know?" being careful of her words, jess pushed for more, "so what happened to him?"
Silence of Oppression
Many fond memories flooded his mind of running through the tall grass, just like now, dominating without the constant upkeep of the now vacant home owners association. the air was warm, the subtle blowing breeze making a soft sound of moving grass.
Stroked Awake
They were no strangers to having sex in the great outdoors, either, and once upon a time, joan had fond memories of being down on all fours, embracing the scent of the cool, moist dirt against her cheek as she was pounded into submission.
Truly Permanent
You shall gain fond memories from many hours of wild orgies, feeling and finding women eager to avail themselves of your ability, as you give and sensually quell.
Painting a Drafess
Now those brought back some rather fond memories; some of which made me get rather hard as i moved into the entrance of my cave to settle down on the ground to lean against the wall as my anthro form was able to interact with the world around it as if it was
Fastpaw and Myrtle, the "good end" version.
Eventually the diverse kinds would return to their own, taking fond memories and little more to their later lovers and marriages.
Major Dad
He could see why the major's squad mates had such fond memories of it, even all these years later and he could still probably crack walnuts between those cheeks.
Of His Flesh the Mystery Sing
After this, will i simply go home with drained balls, a fond memory, and a twitter handle as though this has no affect on who i am? have i discarded st. tom's ethics to embrace mere hedonism?