The Pirate and the Playboy (pt. 4 of the Buck and Kennedy stories)
His was some weird thing about wearing wader boots and pissing on himself, which fits because frankly he's into that. he's kind of a freak in private. mine was him wearing a pirate outfit and fucking me.
Overcasting 2 - Part 1
Certainly more interesting than the average muck-wader, although not tremendously so.
A Magically Medical Christmas
Next, he pulled his waders off over his boots, leaving the galoshes on. beneath everything else, asterbury wore lacy, neon pink lingerie, and an old fashioned 1920's era granny garter complete with suspenders. “huh…" the coyote scratched his head.
Apart and Together
She observed her new math partner, and let her eyes wader around what she could see of his face. bright, almost electric green eyes, nestled in a black face mask that continued down his neck and what she guessed, all the way down his back.
The Balloon Fraternity
His legs felt like they were encased in water filled waders as he felt them forced apart form a growing girth of his thighs, not to mention his gut's continuing growth. he felt and heard the sloshing of water as it continued to fill him.
Biohazard, A Gator's Tale
She had put on a surgical mask and was wearing elbow length rubber gloves and waders as was the man with her. smart lady, i thought. she pointed to the gate and i knew what she meant, so i walked over to it and waited.
No Control (M/M)
waders? i wasn't sure. the rest made a quivering, black-glossy pile in his arms. "here, this oughta fit. if anything it'll be a little snug. don't try putting on the stuff yet, lemme..."
There's No Way I Got Assigned To My Older Sister?! The Story Of How The Anthrostate Gave Me An Unthinkable Marriage
You've got waders on as you stomp around in the slowly and gently moving water that's about a foot and a half deep. you're still pretty small, but there's no chance that it'll wash you away.
Lizards Live as Lizards Lie
## 1. Two in the nest and one strung from the branch. ### Chapter 1.1 Seven o'clock. Morning. That's what the nightstand clock told me. I stared at the ceiling and reminded myself of the time by counting each second as they ticked to the heartbeat...