The Manimal Chronicles #17: A Framing Story
Come on, let's head for the hilton." they got in their rented car and drove off, people staring after them as they disappeared.
lMore Then Just Friendsl *Black Thorn* lDecayl
''not exactly, this mansion scares the shit out of me, of course i shouldn't watch so much horror movies then that would help though, and there is also the fact i feel like paris hilton, i hate being like her....i want to contribute something to society, not
Experimentation
By furry standards, it was a five-star hilton. he'd found some old blankets and discarded pillows, too. he slept quite soundly there! except on nights like tonight. because it wasn't a white out, things were back to normal.
The Simple Things. Chapter Five.
The windows were open and the sign of the hilton gave us enough light to make out more than just shadows but not enough to darkened those far below of the city or the stars high above. i could see out over the ocean as he held me from behind.
Shifted Chapter 2
The youth caught a bus downtown and sauntered into the hilton clad in too much fishnet and armed to the teeth as always.
Slammed... A turning myself out story
Making its way towards the football stadium just off of western, stopping just short of the hilton garden inn.
At BlissCum 1
Stepping out into the warm sun, she took in the wonderful view for a few minutes, before turning to head over to the hotel she had booked herself into for the nights to come, hilton anaheim. "good day.
Claude gets Lucky 2
"but jonas told me i was too tightly bound to my daddy, it's why i couldn't bond, and he must of been right, i hurt so just thinking about not being as close to you as we've always been, it's why i ran to the hilton." i say.
Ernie and Claude
We spent the weekend at the downtown hilton, fucking and eating room service. it'd been a year or so since he'd had sex, so he was really horny, and he was a great ursine top too. he taught me a lot in bed too.
A likeable profile
Jumping into the backseat, bartlbe said, “the hilton hotel please." “yes, sir," the driver replied, his voice heavily accented with a nice almost musical latin quality.
Prison Pony
"well...h.m.prison briarfield is not exactly the hilton boyo...but you will be plenty popular, don't you worry." "what...what do you mean?" "that's quite the cute little rump you have there kiddo...some prime pony ass. always in demand..." "no!"
Chapter 11 - The Party
So before long i ended up on hilton head island, had me a job workin' on cars, but it didn't last long. next thing ya' know i'm enlisted in the army, just like all the other gentlemen my age.