Domestic Dobies II - A Bent Over Christmas Special
One of your pickles?" i made a "bleh" face, tongue and all. "like asking me to suck your pickle in exchange for you lighting up the fire." i laughed hard for that, i really did.
Airport Insecurity
Better to flash one person than an entire airport, even if he was the one putting me in this pickle. in an attempt to preserve my modesty, i slid one arm out of its sleeve, holding it against my tits beneath the single layer protecting me.
Seven-Tails, Chapter 1
He \*made\* me eat an entire jar of pickled sausage--brine and all, before picking up the pen, and now this paper smells like vinegar. i can't normally stand the stuff, but he just made me so goddamn hungry somehow. he's always talking, about food.
Getting Some Answers
Nearly running into pickle in the process. pulling back, the dragonborn began to mutter an apology before stopping. it was strange.
Not So Little Relaxation
At least it paid for a nice apartment, jake thought, yawning so that his jaws almost popped when he opened the fridge to reveal little besides a bottle of ketchup and a jar of pickled asparagus he couldn't even remember buying.
Revenge
“we do seem to have gotten ourselves into a pickle here, haven't we?" the red fox squirming and growling against the x-frame seemed to agree whole-heartedly.
Babypups part 2
Butt and made sure to thread his tail through the hole in the back she put in it, she then folded the front between lucky's legs and taped the diaper up nice and snug, sierra then dressed lucky in a shirt which was baby blue and made him resemble tommy pickles
A Letter Home [Patron Reward]
I didn't have time to retch before its magic pushed through my nostrils and pickled my brain. my knees pushed inwards and i fell to my feet with a shudder.
Brief Vacation (A1, B1, C17)
Figuratively speaking, opening the pickle jar for her is my duty." "she can open such with telekinesis. she can teleport a pickle from the jar without needing to open it, marcus-san."
A College Student's Fame
He slipped a fifty in the pickle jar for a job well done, glancing back at the passed-out bee oozing musky, frothy fluids. he smiled with genuine affection, the bee having been the best fuck of his life.
The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 11: Ah...Easter
After sleeping in a barrel outta an alleyway near union square (which smelled like dead rats and grimy pickles, ugh), no one who knew me muzzle looked at me without a grin of some kind.
Truth or Fuck
Discarded around them were empty containers of ice cream, fudge, pickles, mashed potatoes, sweet cakes, fruits, and more. wilson was shirtless and had a mustache and monocle drawn on his face with marker (washable, of course).