Put Me in the Trash
In the smoke room, the plenum ceiling was way more yellow than the paint in here. clyde curled his tail around into his lap and groomed it with his hands without thinking. he hated the compactor.
Put Me in the Trash
In the smoke room, the plenum ceiling was way more yellow than the paint in here. clyde curled his tail around into his lap and groomed it with his hands without thinking. he hated the compactor.
A steam punk tale Chap 1
The tall powerfully build red stag ambled slowly across the smoking room of the travellers club, which looking out over carlton gardens.
A Subtle Symbiosis (M/M)
The deer was the only one in the smoking room. he was dressed in a fine gray stretch mesh shirt, pvc pants, and fancy leather athletic shoes. he patted his pants down and scowled.
Chapter 1- The Meeting
"left is the dining hall and to the right is the smoking room and bar as well as the gardens. we're rather quiet this time of year, hence why i'm doing the job of bell girl."
The Conqueror [short story]
I managed to talk my way inside and found the old skunk in the smoking room. a smattering of keen ears around him forced him to allow my approach, unhindered by his contentious opinions. i introduced myself to him.
Making an Ass 4
As the door opened colton saw that the room had been designated the smoking room. ash trays were littered around on tables and countless robust leather recliners were set up.
Making An Orc - 3
The two were silent, steady ticking of an old grandfather clock breaking the silence of the smoking room. azuk's palm came to a rest on cedric's bare thigh, the large man slowly turning to face his apprentice.
Swords to Plowshares
Shea touched her lips to the leopard's and kissed deeply, her tongue more forceful and urgent than when they were in the smoke room. "good timing indeed."
When Penguins Fly
Inside the smoke room, a giant, choking fog covered everything. he coughed, and covered his face with his shirt while he squinted around. a yellow cheetah sat in a corner of the room, staring into a magazine she flipped through without real interest.
When Penguins Fly
Inside the smoke room, a giant, choking fog covered everything. he coughed, and covered his face with his shirt while he squinted around. a yellow cheetah sat in a corner of the room, staring into a magazine she flipped through without real interest.
Nine Cuts
A few of the people i recognized from the village--one was a woman from the hunting lodge who was about to give birth, along with her midwife, and a handful of sex workers i recognized from the smoke room down the road from my house.