04 - The Hive
A moment later, a thick wad of semi-solid wax was wedged down my throat and stopped, somewhere mid neck. nothing came up, nothing went down. within my bowels, i felt the female retreat.
The Story Teller: Daedalus & Icarus
Icarus flew on alone higher and higher and higher towards the sun and bead by golden bead, the wax started to melt.
The Diapered Sex Toy Part 2-6
Jd: i scream and writhe as the hot wax burns my skin and fur, nodding and trembling as i squirm helplessly aros: "haha! well, how to get the wax off now. oh! i know!"
The History Of Zato
They nodded and ran off to get ready themselves, veon and pink taking the wax to use themselves, while he set off down the hall to the kings chambers.
Learning To Fall Part 5
Dooo yuuu think that car wax will look good on sssscale? we might neeed to shine up sometimesss! inssstead of turtle wax, it'll beee dragon wax™!"
Uncarved Block
It smelled of paint, plaster and wax, like an artist's studio might've. when diaz saw mandrake, the first thing he did was scream. mandrake had seen him.
Related by Blood, Tempted by Flesh
His sneakers squeaked on the fleshly waxed floor, the grating noise echoing in the abandoned hallways of the empty school.
Giantess Toriel X Asriel: Motherly Fuckery
"alright, that's plenty enough of this waxing-philosophical bullshit; if there's any type of wax i'm looking to see right now, then i guess it really will have to be toriel's earwax of all things, won't it?"
Behind Closed Doors
When he leaned in closer, he bumped the bed with his knees, more melted wax sloshing out and splattering onto her shoulder, making her cry out again in pain as it burned her fur, and she thrashed about, only to wiggle the bed and send more wax dripping into
Writing Prompt Exercise 1: The Pyro
A little river of liquified wax ran down the shaft of the candle and pooled around the candle base before cooloing and resolidifying into a creamy, opaque puddle. the candle's scent, french vanilla, was extremely intoxicating to me.
Pale She
And still the moon waxes, wanes. and still seasons change. should pale she not wake, venerate her mute demise. cut her down, cord her. a new life in fire, for pale she gives heat in death. let this be her spring.
Cold Front
A breeze stirs thinly and waxes cold. the obsidian peoples plume themselves that they need not the sky and so the wind must come again, to teach them how to die. the wind shall break their furnaces, and fling their wheels above.