In Search of a Story

jim sucked in a breath as the hot precum dribbled out and drops it slid down along her inner thigh.

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A Family Affair

Most of the time, jim would walk the dog, and she usually joined him, so it wasn't a big deal for her to look after mason while jim was away at a convention. a little alone time was good for her, anyway.

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Hometown: No Jokin', No Foolin'?!

jim squeezes my shoulder. i nod slowly. “you sure?" “i–no." “is… is it somethin' i did?" jim shrinks away from me. “no, no, you're amazing, jim." i reach out to him. “i promise."

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Sweet Escape

jim cleared his throat. "it's not that simple." kira felt between his legs. there was nothing, at first.

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Jim's Chronicles 16: Nectar Meadow

The fear vanished from jim's face, "is that possible?" jim fear was channeled into pure excitement. "sure but if you lose. i'll have my fun with you... breeder specialist jim."

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Irony and Improv

jim doubled down on his wife's batshit assumption. "weed. we called it weed when i was in school. with her, it's always the pot. i thought it was gardening at first, when she said pot cast." "jim even asked.

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An elevator to the moon

Intrinsically, this showed jim the hairier-than-average legs the stranger sported. "claustrophobia?" jim pondered, trying to establish some talk. "l- let's say that..." jim's eyes traveled further upward. that stranger wore a loose tank top.

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Hometown: Set Me Right.

jim continues. “jim?" “i s-said i was s-sorry for how i hu-hurt you." jims voice cracks on every word. “he t-told me he–he th-thought you and i would–" “would what, jim?" “wh-when we was kids–" “thought what, jim?"

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One Last Blowout [Commission]

"jim, i'm gonna head out for a smoke, wanna join?" as usual, the beagle seemed to be the only one who was really paying attention to how jim felt. jim could tell lyle was a little worried. he was the organizer, after all. "yeah, sure," jim said.

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Horse Story: The Morning After

jim didn't miss the way that his friend's eyes suddenly fogged up, or the way that the cummy hole puckered at the simple thought of the dragon's name. this guy had done a hell of a number on the doberman, jim could see that much.

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