John's First Ink
The macaw calls, right on que sounds of a broom closets contents crash some where in the back, "coming." a softer, almost female voice answered, not long after one beautiful effeminate peacock strolled to the front.
For My Love Vibration
"it's not like you're taking the family telephone into the broom closet to chat with your secret sweetheart," he mused. "you don't need to have excuses, rowreeh."
Office Fix
Ink snickered and pulled the skunk into what he correctly guessed to be a broom closet and locked the door.
Chapter 1: Normality has left the building.
I'm stuck in a broom closet with a feathered hairball, and you accuse me of being brain damaged? what's your dysfunction?"
The Furry Odd Couple
"wow, i have a broom closet" she said, shocked by the sight. she finished her sweeping and wiped the back of her hand against her brow. "phew, i hope i never have to do that again..."
In which there's a incestous threesome (M/F/F)
He walked to the broom closet and bought out the broom, putting in the residue. well that didn't work, it was too sticky! he was_tempted_ to get nono to help, but that was like jumping off a roof so you wouldn't have to take the stairs.
Maid Trap (Commission)
She led him to a broom closet by his red headfur, taking delight in his gagged whines. his legs refused to fight back, his body acted as a prison for his mind as literal chains looped him to hooks on the closet’s wall.
You Only Live 18 Times #11 (Spyjirra)
#126 of prequel ra'jirra was unceremoniously dumped into what appeared to be little better than a broom closet, and the door locked behind her. it was nearly pitch black within, but her eyes soon adjusted to the gloom. "a khajiit?
Malakai’s Library
His tail bushed out and his every sense strained to catch any telltale sign that someone was in the broom closet. the light remained steady behind the glass, but there was no noise. a motion sensor, perhaps? but what would have triggered it?
A Demonstration
_" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* ten minutes later, serling whined and blushed as he stood in what was literally a broom closet just off the main reception and waiting area, while listening to dave working the crowd with the same warm, cheerful banter that
Do not Disturb
The shaking hands really gave it away, but so did his willingness to follow me into a damn broom closet. he said nothing as his other hand went for my erection, fondling it between two of his rather long fingers.
Commission: "St. Patrick's Day in Lakertown"
We traded tongues and made out like touch-starved schoolboys practicing in a broom closet. our erections rubbed together, throbbing and drunken with lust. someone hollered, "get a fuckin' room, you two!"