You Only Live Large
sea salt, obviously, oil, machinery, but there was a rich, sweet undertone to the whole operation. his mouth watered. a green light flashed from across the cavern, and a massive metal door cranked and clattered open.
The Great Summerset Heist
Centuries of hard work, sea salt and sunburns played out across his weathered skin like it was the story of his entire life.
The Power of Time
Here, the walls smelled of limestone and sea-salt. it was clear they were descending very low, and had probably already dropped one-hundred-and-fifty feet, an even halfway down to the water.
A Need to Breed
The entire hideaway was damp and smelled of sea salt. crabs scuttled this way and that as he approached, and he cast long shadows across the cavern's length with each motion.
Griffon in Paradise
Clothes are getting kinda crinkly from the sea salt by the beach, but i don't wanna try to wash them off in the same place i drink from. what's weird is just how fast i've picked up on this survival stuff.
Down to the Boardwalk (Part 1 of 2)
I walked in the front door, taking in the smell of the ocean. salt, seaweed, with just a hint of the floral perfume that aaron's mother liked to set up in a diffuser. we headed to the living room, passing by the open concept kitchen and dining room.
Voyages of the Mara: Prologue - First Flight
"you're right, both of you; sea salt is all we can trade for now, but it will not be enough for us to save up for a bigger ship." he looked at everyone in the room. "but if we can find some other way, we will.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 29: Polished Welcome
The air carried a scent of sea salt and lavender oil, warm stone and parchment. clerks in neat blue coats moved with a rhythm that seemed almost rehearsed steps measured, voices calm, smiles easy. they weren’t cold, axton realized, just careful.
Triton True
Taren wrapped his lips around triton's heavy balls at first, the musky flavor tasted like sea salt and the skin was moist, thick and wet before his tongue trailed up triton's flesh.
Letters from Akira
Signs paint the sidewalk with every color on the spectrum, and the air is thick with the smells of sea salt and cooking. 166. \>it’s cool, clammy air.
The Stag and the Ocean
Now, the wind, the sea salt, these rugged rocks. then, i heard a name. now, i hear my name... \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* that day. was the word "perfect" ever accurate enough?
Werecorgi [M / TF / SFW]
Hawaiian sea salt? ah, grey salt." steven grabbed three large jars of grey salt along with the notebook, coat, and a lighter before making his way outside.