I Don't Like Mondays
Sat behind the desk of the small office was a blue norwegian rat, wearing a black suit and frowned at jared. "something i can help you with, mr. lusk?" "yeah, you can fucking die!" he shouted.
Confessions of a Dog
He gave me a blowjob as we stood in the middle of a street in a small, norwegian town. i came in his muzzle. he poked his pony dick under my tail for the first time that night. we didn't use a rubber. then it happened.
How Freyr met Adlesio for Dreigiau-Arian
Muttering a curse, she for the thousandth time it seemed damned the norwegian fishing vessel she'd on, and all the sailors on it, as they'd been caught by a storm and she'd been thrown, or perhaps pushed, overboard.
Song of the Romani
In spain, they were known as los gitanos, the germans knew them as zigeuners, the norwegians called them 'reisende' ('travellers'), and the french called these packs "bohemienes' or 'manouches'.
Thane of Hearts, Part three
**hålogaland:** the northernmost of the norwegian provinces in the medieval norse sagas.
Contact - Part 2
And i kind of used some norwegian terms in this one. i am most definitely wrong in how i used these terms. seeing that i kind of just looked them up on google. so if you spot the errors. do go easy on me! and any advice and critique are welcome!
Code Drop: Powder Hounds - An Official Heat Teaser
The bartender, a norwegian elkhound, poured drinks with quick white paws, curly tail swishing in time with the music. local beers in specialty bottles lined the back wall of the bar, displaying charming names like "avalanche ale" and "moose drool."
Gruff enough?
The norwegians have a tale about a troll under a bridge. well, there was a troll, and he was ugly, but he didn't quite deserve the reputation he ended up with. there once lived a quiet little troll.
Mussing Fur and Musings
"i would not know; i am norwegian." leaning forward, i planted a kiss between the bright blue eyes that matched one of my own; he crossed them to watch my muzzle's approach while angling his thick cock to spear my ass when i sat back.
The Trickster's Granddaughter
A little story (30 pages/13,000 words) that came from a suggestion by Rovain Enjoy.Amund was lost. Not with that emotional melancholy that strikes people on occasion, but with an honest to goodness lost in the woods kind of feeling. He had left his...
The Second Cycle: Chapter One
There was another pause, "in the norwegian countryside there's a training facility out there for the army from what he said." "perfect. that's all i need. thank you sir." tatsukan hung the phone up and heaved a sigh. norway!
Coyotka of the North!
Spluttering and cursing her in norwegian he pulled himself up and glared at her retreating back with pure venom.