From nightmare to wet dream
Piper never liked the kitchen table, she hated spending anytime with her lame family. but luckily for her, this was her night.
Morning After
Finding a note on the kitchen table, she reads it slowly, then looks out the window. _amanda_ _i loved being with you...but i can't trust you anymore. we had a great time, the three of us, but you lied. you played me and cairou both.
One Bite For Rosa, And One For Her Tail
Some people might think it _uncouth_ to masturbate at the kitchen table...and downright **horrible** to do such to the thought of a close friend being literally swallowed alive.
Soul Shattered Chap. 5: Troubled
Mom and dad where sitting at the kitchen table, not looking happy. their arms were crossed over their chest, scowling fiercely at me when i walked in.
House bats 2
After logging out of his fathers email (more than guiltily) he walked over to the kitchen table where they normally 'talked' seeing his father come around the corner his wings tucked behind him like his son and he looked down at him.
Unintended Intruder - 08
Abigale finally asked as they rested on the floor next to the kitchen table. "yeah," marcy whispered as she laid across her abby's lap and stretched. "you need to get up." "why?" "because you're on top." "yeeeaaahhh..."
How to Disappear Completely and Never Be Found
He started up the coffee maker and sat down at the kitchen table. he fidgeted and wrung his paws anxiously as the coffee started brewing.
A New Life: chapter 2, a different type of passion
*ring ring ring* i raised myself from my kitchen table with eagerness. as i walked to the door i thought that i drifting in heaven, but then it was probably going to be a mail guy with a medication package for my mom.
Becoming a pet pt 2
Jack sat at the kitchen table waiting for his master. the wolf entered the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. "i did not introduce myself last night. my name is brian. i am sure you have questions. what is on your mind?"
Grace
"here," he said, nodding to the small kitchen table. "sit here. the chairs outside lean back to far to be comfortable for eating."
Knowing You, Knowing Me
I snorted to myself and forced my lion ass off the couch and into action, moving towards my small kitchen table where the happily ringing phone had been left before, next to my computer.
The Dance of Jack Frost: The First Play
#1 of the dance of jack frost **the dance of jack frost** **i** **the opening play** sam sat at the kitchen table staring tiredly out the window, watching the heavy snow fall in the darkening alaskan sky.