Deep Dive [Commission]
The marten held his gaze another moment, then rolled her eyes, shook her head, and took him over to the coffee table in the living room. "you get yourself comfortable," she said. "i have to go, um... get changed."
Three Muscle Suits
He could feel his own feline muzzle curling up in an evil grin as he grabbed one of them and patted the other box before heading back into the living room.
Troll Prevention System (2/2)
It was definitely very... artistic, sigfried thought to himself as he watched the very colorful creatures that looked like someone splattered paint on a canvas converse with those that were living statues like sigfried.
The Sign of Scorpio (2/2)
"i'll give you anything you want, just let me live!" "anything?" ry'lek replied, garu surprised as the alien voice that had been echoing through his mind all this time suddenly came out of his muzzle as those eyes stared straight at the fox.
The Sign of Scorpio (1/2)
The darkness that garu had been plunged into was short-lived as the walls began to glow with a purple light. it was faint at first, but the longer he stood there in the darkness the brighter it got.
Better Than Usual
He stood up and walked out from the living and into the kitchen. with only a few people in a corner talking, the room was much less crushing.
Senz'Anima - Quiet Indulgence
Marcone was a very resourceful individual, and made a decent living in a variety of ways that weren't entirely legal.
Why Lohfrum, What a Big Cock You Have!
He wrapped his arms around sorbeo, and gave the living penis a long lick. sorbeo shuddered from the sudden touch, as did lohfrum. the living cock curved down and 'kissed' berserker's cheek.
SYBT: Appreciating the Classics
"a living statue, like one you would find in greece or rome, marble, its uh, been a fantasy of mine for a long time.
SYBT - The Inspection of Item 4774
Henry felt suddenly very alone, he had lived and loved his way up and down africa with woman and more than a few men but had never formed a real connection with any of them.
Ancient Archeological Adversary
Frigid winds cut through the dusky night, various tents flapping as a lone blue Kirby sat alone at what looked like an abandoned dig site. His small body was wrapped with a scarf and a little cotton hat protected his head from what was looking to be a...
You don't know me...
I decided to post it here, since it seems to me that it still applies, to anyone and everyone who simply goes through the motions, living out our lives indifferently as we pass each other every day. you don't know me. i don't know you.