Tales of Morveria: Finding Meaning in Life
When you [are] here and i [am] work[ing], i [can]not protect you, but my home [is] very safe... [do you] want to follow [me]?"
Breaking in a Toy — 13
I was sun-tsu-ing the living shit out of jesse's little cock. it was working, i believed, his erection coming to a rock hard state, and the squirming beginning again. he wasn't straining against my arm, but definitely wiggling around underneath it.
No CGI: Arc 2 (M/M)
Just seeing us at all is hel[p]ing." “is that what you're hoping for?" “r doesn't want fa[m]e and fortune. he just [w]ants to [b]e seen for what he is." “what do \_you want?" “to [b]e with r. to enjoy the city.
Make the Grade
"come do your thi-i-ing," he cooed, looking over his shoulder and through the curtain of his bangs. "you can fuck my brains out. i can take it." a crooked grin twisted sven's face.
Down to the River
_"as i went down to the river to praaay..._ _stu-dy-ing about that good old way and who shall wear..._ _the star-ry crown, good lorrrrd, show me the waaaay...
Tina II Chapter 15; All is fair in heat- A guest author story by SP
"feel... ing bet...ter baby?" colleen managed to get out between pants. "i.. need a.. a little help." lydia said pointing to her soaked crotch.
All's Fair In Love and Heat.
"feel... ing bet...ter baby?" colleen managed to get out between pants. "i.. need a.. a little help." lydia said pointing to her soaked crotch.
Hidden Desires: Revelation(Illustrated Story!)
Make the kitteh happy by commenting, fav-ing, and voting! i'll be so, so happy if you follow this three steps procedure ^^ **you know what else makes this kitty extremely happy?
Shifting Consequences--Chapter 18: The Un(Vale)ing
Epic herm on herm on herm on male action. zmeydros.tumblr.com, zmeydros (twitter), malfedrosti (mal twitter) shifting consequences--chapter 18: the un(vale)ing by: zmeydros aka lucien quinn zmeydros (twitter), malfedrosti (mal twitter), zmeydros.tumblr.com
Inter-Dimensional Fart Story, Part 2: Horse Farts
First, there was an ear-splittingly loud noise, a wet, immense 'frrrrrrt'-ing of such decibelage that if it weren't for the horse's ample rear muffling it and the somewhat soundproof stable, it would have been heard all throughout the farm (and as it was,
Morning Musk 2
Oof-ing as the air was knocked out of his lungs, the older badger looked up at the green mountain of muscle and sighed. it was going to be one of those days. “look, there’s a very easy explanation for this.”
King of the Concrete Jungle
One that gagged, that had tears streaming down his face, and heat pooling in his stomach with his cock making a mess of the carpet with how much he was pre-ing.