Redemption Songs
'creak ... crick-crick-crick,' went the sound, coming from outside. aria swallowed, freezing in place. she was a snow rabbit, intimately familiar with that sound. and, from the looks of it, so were arianna and ural.
Mercenary Loving
He found a sufficiently flat rock he sat down, rolling his shoulders to get the few cricks and aches out of his arms. he almost contemplated setting up camp here, but he’d walk a bit more before he decided that camp would be made.
Desert Wind: 1.2
Some snap their fingers, others crick their neck, some roll their shoulder, and another could flick their tail.
Is this your dream?
crick. duslor's hips thrust wildly in a final whiny as a stallion, poking the air as if he were with his beloved mare. spurts gushed from his portentous erection to stain the ground, between his legs.
Bad Nicknames
"well sir, most people believe that james watson and francis crick discovered it, but they actually based their work on one of their colleagues, rosalind franklin." i couldn't help but give a tiny smirk. he sighed, his eyes boring into me. "correct, mr.
When Your Boss "Likes" You....
* * * jace felt sore unhinging himself from his bent over position, arms having been unbound and thus allowing him to stretch his cricked bones and set them back into place after yet another night of getting pounded into.
The State of Nature
The rising and falling of the sounds of cricks between us. "i don't want to starve to death. it's too slow." "no, varr, i won't do that. stay here. be a part of my pack." "so i can be a burden for you?" "you aren't a burden. stop saying that!"
Slayer or Layer 14
Praying that it was the one that the lizardman had sent him to, lorkos stumbled to his feet, shivering as he felt the crick-crack of scales slinking down his legs, pushing down to his heels and pushing up along his chest to just under his nipples.
There's Always Room
Moonlight mashed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and enjoyed the feel of jell-o squish and ooze out around his tongue for a moment he felt a crick like something crunchy was in the jell-o, he shrugged and swallowed and sighed happily as he felt the
Free Meal Deal
crick! the bird's neck snapped, his life snuffed out like a candle in the wind. time flew by, the hawk sizzled away into a stewing collective of shattered bones. spiritusk's expression couldn't further exude frustration.
Corruption is Good for the Soul
Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck! and swollen balls, but that's easier to fix. i know it's been a while since i've posted anything, but i have been writing in my free time.
The Fox and the Wolf
Lithe muscles writhed as he stretched and james heard his back make a few cricks as he finished up. the fox walked over to jame's and took his arm in both paws, guiding him over to the sofa.