The Rat Hole
Jonah looked over his shoulder as the demon leaped onto his own bike and stared it up, backing it out of the parking space. he turned the ignition on his new bike, the engine roared and the bike vibrated under him, between his legs.
Farm Rider
Vesky looked surprised and raised his eyebrows but tarw continued, "bike's doing you nothing much, got mighty legs on you, but nothing up top.
Masculate
The largest bikes harley made were being ridden by seven foot tall, size seventeen feet bigfoots; one brown, one black, each endowed with a two foot cock that sloped up the bike in front of them.
Wolf Brother Chapter 4 and Epilogue
"now put your bike keys in the pocket, and put the jacket on the bike!" the wolf growled. "no! not my bike man!"
New Found Fortitude
Clara ought to be done with her bike ride any time now.
wolf blood
It wasn't long before harry arrived at the college. he pulled up into the parking lott and rode over to the bike locks, he found he didn't have his bike lock on him. he rummaged through his bag hoping to find his bike lock in here, of course there was no such
Operation A-Go
His eyes discerning the window, he saw his bike propped up against the brick wall outside. '_a nice ride around the lake always helps_.' he loved to bike every week anyway.
Sly as a Fox
Jonah started to hump and grind his friend through the bike shorts, reaching up to remove wade's bike helmet. he tossed the helmet aside, looking at wade's silvery white hair.
Jeremy: Chapter Five: Bottled Rage
He looked at the tiger who was now standing in the middle of his bike. it formed a good prison for the other cat. it would take too long for him to climb over or crawl under jeremy's bike to escape.
Leather and Lace
"i've always been scared to ride a bike." "so if another bike had approached you, you'd be here with them?" i asked looking at him. "no," he said. "i specifically chose your bike, and waited till no one was around." he looked down as the lights dimmed.
The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The morning's blending of the last wisps of Winter chill and flat dampness of Spring's dour slammed into the coyote's face as he turned down the town's main road. A stubbornly rising sun flickered against the horizon, putting a bit more urgency into...
Humiliation Story: Penetrating Cyclist
It was like he was being fucked by the bike under him rather than just by a toy. almost immediately, though, he heard the sound of the other bike catching up.