Robbed of the Sun
Maybe that envy for their white clouds and blue skies and warm sunlight, or the ache for their joyous laughs, salty, bitter tears, their gasping, soul-wrenching moans.
Teaser - Horse Play 2
I couldn't help but envy the way she shuddered beneath me, squirting all over our balls. i had to try it, i had to get cock up my rump, but i wanted janine's, not some dirty animal.
Galen's Story: Prologue
As for what's wrong...envy i suppose. i envy the relationship you two get to have with your kids." "this is about kasai, isn't it?" valor asked. galen nodded.
Snapshots - Raven Feathers
"i am most fortunate, to have liaison with the envy of the spirit world." "we have always been coupled, wolf," she managed, rocking her hips to meet his powerful thrusts. "you should not fear another's envy."
Chapter 3: Messiah Lore
He said with both envy and fear. "there is no possible way for you to possess or even hold that blade, if it is what i think it is." carris leaned in to matt, "see told you it was powerful."
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 33: Lone Wolf
He envied martin. he envied ellie. james. octo. max. andy. they all had parents and a normal childhood. although they might have some problems with their parents, at least they _had_ parents. him? he never saw his biological parents.
A Bitter Sensation - //Chapter 1
Is that what thyme envied? their ability to stand against, or their firm grasp of their own fate, their day-to-day? it reminded thyme of her coming of age, her first man. he was smallish, thin-framed and meek.
Through Timeless Eyes
Soon respect turned to envy, and envy to greed. thinking about this time in her existence saddened her to no end. for that was when her kind decided that only the virtuous should be allowed to view them.
Fennix race sheet part 4 (behavoir and folklore)
She protects us from the dark, the dark envies her beauty, and envies her beautiful children. the dark attempts to strike her children, hurt our mother, it is our sacred duty to defend them.
Premier rituel. Le Rire du démon.
Il était assez bien membré, surtout pour un jeune en manque d'expérience, mais il n'avait pas envie d'être tendre, ni l'envie, ni le temps; encore moins le besoin.
Quatrième rituel. A story about love.
Camille avait visiblement envie de parler, mais ne disait rien. une journée de merde, en somme. il allait s'endormir quand camille toqua timidement à la porte. agone fut d'abord surpris, mais compris bien vite ce qu'il se passait.
Que faire maintenant ?
Et il a envie d'en parler. même si ce n'est que pour ça : le simple fait d'en parler. au moins, il aura quelque chose à faire. bien, c'est décidé, il va aller jusque là. il regarde l'heure. 14h20.