A Natural Champagne Toast
“this really is a fine vintage, ryoohki. nice and **bubbly** , too. you sure you didn’t shake the bottle before you poured it?”
Escape From The Lab
There even stood a grain silo and vintage red barn. the entire place looked as though it belonged in a painting, or movie. on the surface, it looked normal enough, but underneath lay a great secret. inside the barn it was completely empty.
Con Rats: Retirement (Commission)
French onion soup and vintage wine from a local vineyard. by evening's end, sasha returned. his wide-brimmed straw sunhat cast a shadow over his lovely white and gold dress that looked blue in the shade.
The Floofy Display
There's an old mechanics' saying about vintage british automobiles: if there ain't oil under them, then there ain't oil in them. i should've thought twice then, when i asked to borrow my buddy's old range rover.
Loads
It had a queer sort of timeless beauty, like a vintage benz, or a renaissance painting. "you want to go out tonight?" _what?_"for something to eat. some sushi, maybe a few drinks. i always treat myself on a friday, no reason why you couldn't come with."
The Tale of The Prostitute
He was only sticking halfway out of his sheath when i dropped down to my knees, took a solid pawful of that tight, **firm** ass and treated myself...you should have _heard_ the sound i made: vintage porno at it's finest, and i **swallowed** that fucking monster
All Cuddled Up with Nowhere to Go (ADHG)
It's a _very special_ vintage." she gives the vixen a bottle of wine and they exchange sly smiles \>"will do chief."
Mindfucked - Red Dress
It was a good vintage from the start of the millennium, she always did love wines from the year 2000, a nice round number.
Sonny gets Mad Scienced
There was a cell phone there of the approximate vintage of that weilded by zack morris of bayside high. doc pulled it out of the drawer, and punched in 3125, the detonation code for nelson's bomb- nothing happens.
The Tavern
"a fine vintage" said another. as tapa served up the last drop the door to the tavern swung open and a hulking great yak entered. he was wearing bloody and battered battle armour. the whole tavern froze as they watched the yak walk over to the bar.
A Son's Lust
I rolled out of bed, pulling on a new set of drawers, boxer briefs, and admiring my bulge a little before slipping on some tight black jean shorts and a black shirt bearing a vintage ramones logo.
Problems Eclipsed
It was an old vintage, one that was marketed as having still been aging in wood. a bottle with wood-lined interior; now that was something…and not something cheap, either. [i]is he…[/i] nah, nah, it couldn’t be.