Kindergarten
God, he's persistent. who the heck would be this persistent to talk to me? nobody would, unless they're planning to pull some sort of prank or play a joke on me.
Phase 1 - Crimson Flamestar Nova
Damn things were persistent.
Preparations
._" the lights continued to flash, the word continued to repeat itself over and over again within the fox's ears, and he felt the talented muzzle suckling upon his cock persist with its deliciously intense work.
Midnight
But they persist. remembering how those soft feathers felt underneath his hands, how his claws dug into their thighs. how delicious their flesh tasted no! they're a friend, one he doesn't deserve, one who helps treat his....habit.
Life From A New Perspective - Chapter 2 - Unexpected Enviable Intrusions
Despite my lashing, they persisted in coming closer. i jumped at igor and clamped my teeth on his arm "ahhhhhhh! crazy little bitch!" screamed igor, blood seeping from his bicep. he swung me into the cave wall, bruising my shoulder blades.
Sex and Blood
The warmth spreads from under my belly, persistent and unstoppable. i think i moan, but maybe that's the wind approving of the show. my fingers glimmer in the setting sun when i give them a tentative lick, press them to my upper lip, inhale my arousal.
Teaser for my next story
Once more the persistent dragon stalked her keeper, sensuously rubbing her flank against his body as she walked around him. "come on, jake," she taunted him, whispering in his other ear now.
Uncharacteristic Audacity
Canimus' heart swelled from her persistence, the high pitched tune music to his ears.
Once Upon a Nightmare
It moved as i did, matching me step-for-step, with unerring, and unnerving accuracy and persistence. there was malice in its veiled eyes, and an unspoken pain in its poise. every detail wept sorrow and regret.
The Voice
What is this struggle, why do i persist? why is there a toggle, why do i resist? as i recant one more lot, a spare memory relapses. i look down into the lightless blight, weighted by the toll.
The Helping Hand
I know not what to call the current dilemma, but the feelings persist, as they always will. i know though not for certain that we will have our time to roar. do i have the right to pout, when he has done so much?
Day 10) Rage
Tunneling and twisting, the tiger figure persisted in his body's destination. the stomach's welcoming maceration. his head peered into the searing cauldron. it bubbled and boiled and the friend had become a broiled lunch.