Famous Last Words
Ketchy's whiskers twitched. it was hard to argue with someone who didn't have any grasp on nuance.
Quiet as a Mouse
Field's whiskers twitched, not responding to that. it was his possession. he tried for another jump shot, but this one bounced off the rim and into kody's paws.
The Noxious Change
Again she sucks, breathing in his essence--and now his face torsions, as he tries to fight the popping whiskers, the stretching snout--working out of his face like the vixen's own turd.
Underpaw 1: Chapter 3
Strong ferret musky smell reached the otter's nose as he breathed in deeply, his whiskers twitching slightly tickling the bum cheeks of the ferret that made tibor giggle slightly.
The Shadows Book One: The War for EarthEnd - Prologue.
Tetrin said with annoyance, wrinkling his whiskers.
Ocean Depths part 30
Carlson whiskers drooped and he looked down at his stagnate soup before him. "you know all of mine." he muttered a bit that whiskers face drooping even more. "he's an old friend i haven't seen in a long time.
This Plate's Yours - Rattan' s Pack Curse
I demanded, grabbing the fat, grey one by his throat, and thrusting his whiskers into my face--so i could stare deep into his eyes to show him--i'm not some daddy's girl anymore. "you--got balls, sista!"
Lessons of Age: Something Old
Makaha chuckled as he nibbled his darling mate's whiskers... and he grinned quite widely... "mmm, just for that, think i'm going to have to go for another go now..."
Chapter three - Consequences
I twitched my whiskers...my whiskers???????? what the hell? this could not be a dream. the pain was much too real. still, there was a part of me that wished i was. "what happened to me?" i wondered out loud. "finally, you're awake.
Getting Ready for Church
His never-ceasing whiskers twitching, twitching, and ... ... chittering, she leaned her head forward, eyes wrinkled with mirth. "that tickles! your whiskers ... tickle," she said, wriggling, and turning around. her dress now on.
Half Time Playtime (WT)
With his nose to her neck and shoulder all he could smell was her sweet arousal, and feel her pulse in the veins against his whiskers.
Happy Golden Days
As errant crumbs flicked off his whisker-tips, his head turned her way. their sniffy, pink noses touched. twitchy whiskers brushed. such a soft, tender intimacy. meadow could've melted on the spot.