Self-Inflicted
"You have thirty minutes to answer thirty questions," the professor said while walking up and down the rows of desks and handing stacks of paper to the last student in each one so they could pass it down. "That is one minute per question, which is more...
Sense of Self
You carefully unlocked your front door, stepped inside, and shut it behind you. He turned the deadbolt, and sighed. Why were you so... anxious? You were just walking home. Sure, it was dark, but this was something else. It was a pit in your...
Self Pleasure
Kunjik sat back heavily on his wide haunches, the bed under him creaking as it shifted to support his weight He was finally alone, his roomate had just left for a weekend trip to quote "fuck some bitch." Which was perfect for the feral dragon he left...
Self Service
While he wasn't one to be an arrogant, gloating, self-centered fellow, taking pride in the gains he has made in terms of his body was something he liked to do after every shower.
Self-Trap
~thank you * * * self trap our story starts with the beautiful day-walker vampire mistress. she had become this from quite an interesting experience but that is a pointless story to tell at this moment because it has little to with our tale.
Self Discovery
She looked to the furniture and tried spreading her self over the back of the couch and the armrests, the upholstered chairs were ravaged by the hormone driven bitch in her sexual plight.
Not Self-Made
"they ... their recent success," she said, starting up again, and referring to the high school football team, "is not entirely self-made. nor divinely guided." "'the board'," field realized. "yes. 'the board'." ma sipped of her drink. paused.
Self Control
Maybe i have no self-control. maybe the fact that this is so very much not me -- doing something i know is wrong -- just turns me on. maybe. or maybe i'm just a bad person. every stop light i pass.
Self Employed
"Eat it, Fucker!" cheered Dallas, the well built Maned Wolf, as he dropped his controller to the ground with his hands in the air. "You gotta be shitting me!" Jay, replied. This was far from the first time Jay, the average bodied raccoon had come...
Self Portrait
It was the reflection of the altered self portrait he had created; bushy mutton chops, longer hair, bigger muscles, and a bulge... his drawing, the changes he had made to his self portrait had changed his real self.
[Chapter 1] Tiffany and the Growing Curse
Despite being all alone, she was still being extremely self conscious about this. her face still bright red from embarrassment. she tried to walk, but her pants made it too awkward.
What You Mean to Me, Chapter 19
Umbreon stretched his front legs as his master woke up, yawning as he arched his back and did the same to his hind legs. Once finished, Umbreon looked over at his master, who's eighteenth birthday had only been a few days ago, and smiled. The boy,...