My Guardian Demons - Part 1
Once again, i turned to the same feature article, but this time it read: _uncommon death for low level traitors._ i gasped and threw the magazine into the nearest wastebasket.
The Plan Fulfilled
Kenny found the magazine slightly arousing. at that thought, he gulped.
Strangers On A Train
A second later he opened the brief case and pulled out a magazine while kendi did his best to look someplace else. that was more difficult to do than it should have been.
Family Ties, part 1
"i've got some magazines at home." grinned lupe. "we can look at them later if you like." lazers squirmed some more, enjoying the feeling of squishing her flaps together on the hard chair. she felt moist there.
Orion and The Fox
My face turned four shades of red as she kept reading, my no longer secret porn magazine. "would you mind putting it back?" i wondered covering my face. she looked at me, smiled but, complied and returned the magazine to its hiding place.
SynTech: Barely There Bear Breakup
Confusion crossed the dire wolf's face as she paged through one of the magazines. she'd always hated risque things like this. but sal hadn't - he'd loved his magazines. she loved his magazines. her magazines. adriel shook her head and blinked.
Chapter 2: Transit
She hadn't even looked up at him while she continued intently to read a fashion magazine. chris muttered questioningly, since he was unsure if she was referring to him or the magazine in her hands.
The Customer is Occasionally Right
I shrugged, reasonably satisfied that this kid wasn't about to pull anything, and returned to my magazine.
The Human Species - Timeline
#91 of the human species timeline of the human species, occult magazine: evolution's gate and forever legendary what's this? an interruption within an interruption in the story? is i smoking crack?
Happiness is the weight of my collar
"no you can go on back, jim's back there somewhere," she pouted, turning back to her magazine and ignoring him once again.
Co'est Studios - The First Shoot
With broad grins, they both turned back towards him, holding the magazine open for him. it was still open to the page he had flipped it to, the magazine's centerfold piece.
Click, Click, Boom.
_click, click_ the slightly oily rounds slid easily into their proper place in the magazine and alex picked up the pistol again, sliding the magazine into the grip and sighing deeply as he removed his glasses. tonight...