An Evening Tryst
**an evening tryst** **by** sorin you go to a club in the lower part of town; it's dark, loud and full of grinding bodies. you order a drink at the bar. not because you're thirsty, but because you want to hold something in your hand.
An Evening with Gwen
I've had to take a lot of liberty with the tags, as none of the available ones really describe the area i write with. --- an evening with gwen written by iron-k the six-student dorm house was completely silent at ten in the evening, with all
Evenings with Zolino
"i've always liked dragons and anthros, even since i was just a little kid." it was the truth, even if i couldn't explain why i felt that way.
An Evening at Home
An evening at home (m/m) by athelstan warning and caution: this story contains descriptions of graphic sex. this material may be illegal to read or view in your place of residence. read at your own risk. all other standard disclaimers apply
Getting Even
"hope we're even now" he said with a bashful smile. chris said with a grin"oh were not even yet." grapping hold of linkin and bringing him down to the ground with him kissing him deeply yet quickly.
An Evening with Lesley
"even covered in all this?" lesley asked with a laugh, holding her hands out to her sides.
An evening surprise...
He wandered whether heterosexuals had the same problem with women... and shuddered, his best friends were girls and to be honest he would really hate himself for objectifying them, even if it was only during sex. speaking of sex...
An Unexpected Evening
His wolfhood will feel even better! pulsing, throbbing, thrusting, spilling! and then, oh, and then maybe he will put his puppies into our belly, so we can carry his litter like a good bitch!_ that was it; the final straw.
Haunted Evening
He could see the question before she even said it. "well it's a real soft point on our bodies you don't want to get hit there." specter shivered as an odd feeling swept over him.
An Evening at Ironbrew's
One evening, while the tavern was at it's busiest, the front doors were thrown open; the bouldershot buccaneers were back from a very successful adventure and were in dire need of some rum.
An Evening Out
The two older furs were rather formally dressed for their evening at the country club awards dinner. "the first guy i think was afraid to give the teller his bank account number for fear of identity theft.
Sacred Evening
His fangs and claws are capable of tearing through even magical armor." anitra flinched at that. a bad scenario had just gotten even worse. "so, young lady...