Sexual Healing
She blushed. --- spike spent the better part of half of an hour guiding her from rack to rack, display to display, then back and forth to the change booth, and all over again, many times.
Trading Pieces
Familiar scowls, familiar grins, the crack of of the cue ball slamming into a freshly racked set of pool balls, the stink of stale beer and drowned sorrows. yeah, this was her crowd.
MoonDust, Chapter 8
He pointed to a rack of gray stones, each laminated to a small plaque. fiona rolled her eyes. "and what do you think we've been crawling through outside?
Brothel Mishaps
A dry towel was yanked off the rack to get his feathers nice and normal-looking for once, and cleaning his crotch was only brief as he was sure the rough texture of the towel would spark his lust again.
A Star is Transformed: Part 5
The skunk stammered as doe led her to the costume rack. the cervine perused through the spare costumes for something fitting.
Cubinioa -10- Devil in a blue dress
Dept's eyes scan back from the dress over to the weapons racks. that damn pony has a small arsenal down here. everything from the cloth covered hondbg flails to racks of explosive funbags.
That Gay Goth Dog (part 6)
"sure, go get the rack of basketballs." she said giving me the keys. after she did i nodded and ran to the storage closet to get the rack. after i did i walked back with them seeing the others already running. "what i miss?" i asked.
Messy Interface
He slipped out of his hammock, crossed the oil- and coolant-stained floor to the racks, and slid an appraising paw up the lion-machine's thigh. dormant, bl-1 was warm but not as much as a living body would be.
A Silent Soul- Chapter 15
I searched the rack of jerseys for the name sykes before i found one in a medium, my size. just as i plucked it off the rack the hyena from before approached me once again. "anything in specific i can help you find?" he mimicked from before.
Unexpected, Undeserved ~ Chapter 1
The wild dog looked back down to the racks, fingerpads now running back up along the spines; he'd lost his place.
Closing time delight...
Feldon wasn't listening nor bothering to reply, as he forced his struggling offspring into the rack and began strapping him in.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Twenty-Second Entry, Part One
Once they were no longer needed, it took hardly more than moments before rish and rack turned, and seized on the next available male.