Re-induction: Subject 2
(there were no tea bags whatsoever, not even the cheap yet soothing ones.) he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned under his breath. the last few days had been wearing on him.
Marla Chapter 3 - Into the Dungeon, Part 1 - Girls Just Want To Have (Kinky) Fun!
Marla poured the hot water into the mugs and steeped the tea bags. she waited until the tea was so strong she could barely see the bottom of the mug before pulling out the tea bags and tossing them into the trash.
Death Kiss 4
I totally can't help but just to grin back at him my eyes sparkle as i put the note in my bra then pour the water and add the tea bag. i walk over to the fridge grabbing the milk and the sugar is already on the table.
Chapter XIII: Lust and Love in the Endtimes
With a snap, colin grabbed a tea bag inside and held it still as he pulled it down and laid it gently on his cup, just wrapping the little plastic piece around the handle.
Threats of a Good Time and Bad End
“tea bagging you would be brutal. it'd be like a leather couch dropped on you, over and over, until you stop moving." he lifts his balls to present his sweat-drenched taint.
Black Wolf, Ch 7 - Casanova
Reinvented tea bagging, perhaps?” “tea bagging?” “look it up ... later. for now, why don’t we ...” “hang on a second. i need to think.” she went over his words in her head.
Chpt 12- The Past Returns
Besides, twilight asked if you might make her some tea bags." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tom's return to ponyville thankfully went unnoticed as he
The Simple Things. Chapter Twenty.
Though, a part of me, was kind of jealous of my boyfriend getting tea bagged by the bull terrier.
The First Day
Sighing a bit in exasperation, he poured himself some hot water, unwrapping a tea bag. "sorry about him. he's a little desperate for a girlfriend." "don't worry about it." she said with a dismissive wave.
Cry Me a Murder (Part Two) : The Shoe that Fits
I couldn't stop staring at the white string that connected the label to the tea-bag. it seemed to move on its own accord, wiggling and struggling to escape the confinements of the mug.
what a storm blew in
And yes" jack grabbed another mug and dropped in a tea bag. "pull up a chair" he waved to the other stool sitting by the small counter then added hot water from a small kettle sitting on a hot plate.
Investigations (Possible series...?)
He said you and brock had a little thing going, finding ways to tea bag each other. your foreman says that brock was winning, by a lot. i imagine being constantly humiliated by a better hung bull was mighty aggravating to a predator like you.