New awakenings part one
Twenty feet, twenty five, he was growing closer to the ceiling by the second, thirty, thirty five, with a head bump he could hear the ceiling start to crack and bend at his head, but he wasn't done there.
Promiscuous Orbital Shenanigans
I was thirty, thirty-five, maybe." “jesus," mel exclaimed. ray let out a long whistle. “what were they like?" mel asked. the human stared upward, high in the mountains of his old memories. “she was so… focused.
Thursday Prompt - Aisle Twenty
Aisle thirty, thirty-two, thirty- just as they began to make headway, there was a colossal crash. a cacophony of noise as the aisle ahead of them erupted into chaos.
Dogs of War - Chapter 8 - New Skin
"three decades, thirty years!?" he cried "but you don't look thirty." "thirty? naw, three _thousand_." replied first, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
First Steps
**thirty/thirty targets eliminated** **57 hits** **3 misses** **95% accuracy** **grade a** alex nodded in satisfaction, glad that his skills had not faded completely.
The Zeevan Conflict - Chapter 1
Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-seven coppers. it was all there. vahn still could hardly believe that he had such a staggering quantity of money. most omega class citizens would never in a lifetime see so much money. his family did help a lot, though.
Third Arc Crimson Moon: Chapter 1
The little frying children formed a circle around the devastation singing, 'jakie-jakie, look who's thirty-thirty. jakie-jakie now is an oldie-oldie!' acrid, black smoke swirled around above the horrible scene and shaped itself into the number 'thirty'.
The oath of the brother-in-blood
thirty?" “thirty-five." “fucking _everything._ mid-alt, high-alt, those little tiny-ass manpads they started giving every man, woman and dog..." “think at one point we had fifty missiles in the air."
Sold to the Highest Bidder
"i'm bid twenty-five, who wants thirty?" "thirty!" shouted from the back of the room by one of the more youthful members of the audience. raq couldn't see him too clearly but by his silhouette he looked to be from the feline family.
Survival of the Fittest: Year One - Chapter 17: Sandra's First Night
Two hundred and thirty-four…two hundred and thirty-five…two-hundred and thirty-six…sandra screeched in pleasure, her cries echoing off the empty gym equipment as her fingertips splattered hot juices from her tight snatch.
The Lonely Watch
I was thirty, thirty two, i wasn't sure how many years and it didn't really matter to the soldiering class. as long as i could shoot, run, and survive, that's all that mattered.
Orange Slices 3: Spa Day Cliché
thirty, thirty five, fourty. i dutifully buried that hot dick in my throat for a full minute before pulling off it with a soft _slurp_ and a few panting breaths, saliva joining the pulsing shaft to my tongue for a handful of moments.