Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: A cold wind in Autumn
The evening grew long, and something about it was ill at ease. Even the air didn't feel right. Too cold for a summer's day, too humid for an autumn evening, She took a long swig from her beer, Looking at the hippo barkeep. Ordinarily she'd be teasing...
Chapter 2: Milton Gardens
He exclaimed, pulling pulp fiction out of the pile and leaving the other cases to fall onto the case below, creating a small thunk sound.
FantastaGirl: Origin
_FantastaGirl: Origin_ By Aelius Jake tried to steady his hand as he sipped his coffee. The previous night's frantic study had all but confirmed his suspicions that the company was on to him. Whatever he did this morning had to count. He...
Hollow Hallows (Extreme)
His hoodie was knocked out of the way and his brown hair was soaked with pumpkin pulp. the squash rested upon his shoulders and the goo fell down around his cheeks, filling up a bit.
All's Well That Ends Swelled (2B)
Two plump spunk-makers, accidentally smashed to pulp across her foot and beneath her ass...
Teaser: Flight of the Fire Dragon
#6 of teasers as soon as i saw the call for submissions for pulp!
Prey (teaser) - Pulp Anthology
#1 of teasers a teaser for my story prey in pulp! two-pawed tales of adventure. a badger bounty hunter tracks a rabbit to a mystical oasis in the heart of the desert.
sleep
Purple hooded monk has the cure to make me sleep the root it holds so close and dear will clear my active mind standing in taciturn contemplation toes buried in the ground taking a bite of the valued root whose juices numb my lips and tongue the bitter pulp
Best Buds...
And started to chew, pulping that fat meaty nut right on the vine... sticky bits of nut stained his own chest, while his cock twitched and blew his load.
Camping Trip (pt 1)
Its pulp got _everywhere_, drying sticky between his fingers, catching in the fur around his mouth even after he tried wiping his face. he sloppily ate the rest of it, eventually hollowing it down to the pith.
Chapter 3: That Question
But this movie, pulp fiction, was a different watching experience altogether.
Chapter III, Wrath of a Jackal
The image of a coyote girl raped and thrown into another cell, a beggar beaten to pulp laying dead in the corner... this monster had to die.