Catch a Jogger Before Work
Deftly lambert side-stepped to keep from being knocked off the bench, before crouching down and slipping into a seated position alongside pickra.
Twas the Night before....WTF?!?!
I wondered, before i erased it "should i take it home and upload it? it's insane and made out of absolute boredom over hours."_ idk. i may delete it later. twas the night before x-mas, when all through the house, not one lazy bastard was stirring.
Zophie's Night Before Christmas
Zophie has fun, in rhyme, with santa's sleigh team, and dominic the christmas donkey twas the night before christmas, and all through our home i was the only one going to bed alone my canid stepbrothers, their rockets of red were so deep in some girls
Before the White Horizon: The Dance
#1 of before the white horizon a small prologue in my new miniseries "before the white horizon" cover art and thumbnail credit to kenket. the dance "dance!" i yelled, exasperated. "finn, i thought, you'd love-" i cut nick off with a blue eyed glare.
Before Commute (Otherwise Untitled)
#33 of short stories the moments of morning before the drive. ~ the skunk's morning had been terrible.
Before The White Horizon: Blake
Maybe this had happened before? most likely not, the look on the fox's face was genuine.
23- Calm Before the Storm
She smirked, knowing that before the battle tomorrow, her mark would be left on the realms for generations to come. she couldn't help but feel a small amount of worry though.
Twas the Night Before Christmas
"you were good before you met me," the reindeer chuff "but then you had to ride me, and that's enough."
The Turning Day Before The Ritual
before the wall, long, tall, imposing leaves droop down. they can scarcely be touched without rustling. they can scarcely be touched without their great weight tearing at their stems.
Pokemon, A Night Before Christmas.
Her lips did quiver and pucker as they did part, with eager paws holding his length in place before with one swift swallowed down his member deep and hard.
P8 A god before the fall
Here i am, my free right arm bringing him in a close embrace, if for only a few small moments before it becomes stone again.
The confession before the black parade
The wind is cold, the sky is dark. I live in a house that is old, and i hear the sound of a dog's bark I have no one to play with. I have been beaten and abbused To some, I am only a myth. To others I am nothing but something to be used. I have...