A Slave for Auction
We have all the journals and tweets and messages he's sent to prove that he's as much of a bottom whore as he is the top that you keep reading about. he's eager for anything you can put him through."
Midnight Wings [CM]
It was then that keither could feel something stirring within his loins, pulling back with a tweet, vellura looking between his hind legs as she watched his tip poke out, dripping already with a glob of pre.
Co-Ed Dorm Rooms in Animal College
He struggled to keep it inside but then he opened his mouth, eyes splitting directions, and he tweeted! he tweeted loud and he tweeted again and again! he tweeted into the air, letting the whole world know he was a happy bird!
A Queen's Love Pt 4
Everyone else, please fave, vote, comment, like, share, tweet, blog, pin, and whatever else tickles your fancy! *** i would love to hear feedback from my readers!*** **a queen's love part 4** "angel... i... your tongue feels amazing..."
Your Werewolf Roommate
This originally started as a story i wrote on twitter, which explains the short paragrpahs as this is where one tweet goes over to the next one. enjoy. <3 you were unsure at first, when your new werewolf roommate moved in.
Dommy fox
He almost screams out getting to his feet with a stumble on the bedding with no response coming only a quiet tweeting of birds from what seems like miles away to his now small ears.
My Dad Is Better Than Your Dad
#1 of shorts based on doggieo tweet~ i do hope you enjoy. simply meant as something quick and brief to get some juices going. also lets you know i'm still alive! help to support my work and donate! "fuck you, ward, my dad's better than your dad."
#DobieButtChallenge
\*hint\*_ bomb pop smiled as he recalled the tweet from that dobie slut giving his ass out for the butt challenge. he wasn't going to miss out on a free ass for use.
Swirly Solutions
The husky rolled his eyes as the grey wolf spoke, swiping his thumb across the screen of his phone as he viewed his twitter feed, pausing to like the occasional picture or tweet.
Nightly Escapade
#9 of poems inspired by yet another tweet. my heart is a flutter with happiness for once.
Twice bitten, once shy: Chapter 1
"on my mark i want the first person in line to run the course like we've been doing in practice" there was a short tweet from the guy's whistle and the to people at the front of the lines took off.
Breeding in the Forest
It was better to take their time, to enjoy the moment, the tweets of birds returning to the trees, a magpie squawking somewhere, the rushing draw of a river not too far away catching his ears, sending them swivelling and pricking attentively.