A Devious and Hot Ruse
"i thought i was gonna puke, his breath was like roadkill." "at least he didn't skimp on the room." remarked cassie looking around and looked at his form. she started dragging him off and pushed him under the bed with her feet.
Standing Firm
The perverted possum licked his muzzle before cackling loudly and obnoxiously; darren figured the cretin stank like roadkill, but was kind of cute in a trashy kind of way. "you're a pretty ciervo aren't you? wanna see a real man work?
"Polecat", chapter 1
Y' smell like sexually frustrated roadkill and i gotta share a tent with y' tonight. go bathe. now." once "now" was thrown in at the end of a sentence, there was no more arguing.
The oil Queen
"c'mon snot nose, let's get you a nice fresh roadkill burger" he teased his little sister while taking her hand and leading the way to the diner.
Mink Melodrama
He moved a bit closer, felt both intimidation and exhilaration fluttering in his chest like a pair of crows battling over a scrap of roadkill. he dared to touch kahnso's groin.
Anima Chapter 3
It also taught me that carrion is just another way of saying roadkill or things that have been dead for a while. it had information on finding sources for purposefully "aged" meat, as the pamphlet kept referring to it. "lyall?"
Continued Correction
"floyd's roadkill cafe, we grill what's on your grill!" silence. then a deeper, hesitant voice, "um, is this deputy amelia cox?" she froze and double checked. yeah, this was her personal phone.
Garnish, with Basil
Inside, basil began to fume - he must look like fresh roadkill draped over a truck hood to darren! troublesome, as he wanted to impress the dog enough to get into those tight white shorts.
Hello My Name is Jolene (Woman > Opossum Anthro)
And why do i smell like roadkill and pussy?" again her thoughts drifted back to the monster she had seen earlier, the strange amalgamation of too many animals for any rational mind to identify. "it--she--seemed ... happy?
Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged
If you'd like, i can bring in some roadkill deer to help supplement that." i grinned broadly. "you..." jack snorted and stomped off. i said softly. "by the way, i guess i own him now. but you weren't paying attention when i said that!"
Wicked Game
"roadkill, when we were eight. that one woulda got me." "i meant 'jealous of the flirting'." i say, bumping him with my shoulder. even though he's huge, he lets me sway him, and he gives me a big smile. he shows a lot of teeth.
Racing by Instinct
roadkill, and judging from the piercing, acrid odor that accompanied it, jacek knew what it was. he frowned and went back to his trunk where he pulled out a five-gallon bucket that he hefted on the long walk to the scene.