Chapter 49 The Visitor
Flies clung to his staring eyes, and there were many times when she covered his head with straw. but it didn't matter. somehow, the straw always moved to reveal his staring face again, and she would weep, whispering that she was sorry she had failed him.
Elf and Dwarf Slave and Master - Story Sample
Flecks of golden straw from the bales used as seats and which shed everywhere. rlukh clicked his fingers as soon as they passed the threshold and flattened his hand.
I, Dacien -- Chapter 22 Part Three (Conclusion)
Unlike addrissant, mathom was willing to let the two of them alone once straw had, as mathom put it, _settled down_. but sock's experiences with wheat had prepared him for just how much he'd have to teach straw: **everything**.
(ZOO) My Life, My Love, My Mare (Excerpt)
Finally - the foal slithered free and fell onto the blood and embryonic fluid splattered straw of the stall. "good girl, good girl!"
How Balto and Jenna had kids.....
Rising from their frigid bed, the two walked towards a back house with beds of golden straw. perhaps this would keep them warm . . . for a while.
Pegging the Stallion
Apollo did not have the words with which to reply as he groaned and rolled his cheek onto the straw, not even caring about the discomfort in his bound wrists as his nostrils flared and puckered in hastily grabbed breaths.
A New Life (Part 6)
He had grown to despise that heap of straw that sat there, mocking him with its crude resemblance of what looked like an orc. he wanted nothing more than to have every strand of straw seared to ashes.
Lincoln's Dogs - Chapter 1
straw could see some lights just beyond the next patch of trees coming to his view. great.
Into the Mount
As john worked at his sheath he chirred softly, squirming a little in the dusty straw when the man began to massage his heavy orbs.
Sample Collection
Then he left, ignoring aaron save for prodding him to move when he wanted to scatter straw were the new-found wyvern was laying. the straw wasn't really enough, but it did help some with the chill.
The Stallion in the Stables
Dalarius' fingers curled into the straw, head falling back as he fumbled, lips parted in a breathy moan that seemed to have no end.
The Stallion in the Stables (YCH)
Written by arian mabe (amethyst mare) malcolm grunted, sweat glistening on his black coat as he flung the final bale of straw into place.