Death is but a doorway.
It did not feel like skin. my arms and legs were splayed out x fashion but oddly not settled fullyon to the sand like i would have expected.
A wolf's hidden compassion chapter 1: strange feelings
It had sand as soft as jenna's underbelly fur. balto could not help but roll around in the sand yipping and growling playfully as alui watched from afar laughing at her father acting like a pup.
It's Not Harassment if No One's Offended
The lifeguard, watching through his binoculars hit his peak, firing spooge into the sand like a starting gun for the ensuing chaos.
Space Junk
Heaps and piles of broken and deconstructed speeders, fighters, shuttles and worker bees created a flowing landscape resting on a layer of silver sand-like grit.
A Magical Bath by Moonlight
"would you like to wash sand off as well, mekali?" the cheetah looked at the ocean worriedly. he was reluctant to enter the dark water. the moonlight, while illuminating the surface beautifully, was not strong enough to shine below the waves.
Sissy Stream
Eventually though that fire faded as the memory slipped through like sand, like nothing. "so do you have a girlfriend?" shade asked, speaking in a calm voice again as he pressed his lips to pyro's ear.
The Foot Boy
The stare that she gave him, combined with the way her grin got bigger and bigger, made andrew want to bury himself in the sand like some sort of bug. he groaned softly, waiting for the teasing he was going to get.
Miami Lust
Two miles of sand and water untainted by anyone without a wristband. perfect to let any guests have fun in a public environment. unfortunately sand liked to get into places theo preferred to remain sandless. "why don't you both enjoy yourselves?"
Strut, Don't Trot : Part Two (Finale)
Clammy's back arched off the sand like a bowstring pulled taut, paws clutching his mane as she ground herself against his eager muzzle. "oh fuck," she gasped out between pants, tail thrashing wildly behind her like an angry cat cornered.
A Lesson in Need
Soon, eddy's large sand-like eyes would open in disarray under the hood, but it would be of no help. the fox deeply regretted not being able to witness it. he would have to make do with the wolf's naked immobilized panic, and muffled whimpers.
Two Years
His balls dragged in the hot sand, smooth flesh picking up grains like breading.
Beneath the Warmest Feathers
"all by himself, yet he's wetting the sands like the blessed summer rains while i've yet to see a drop ascend to the top of your shy, little spire. not even a single drop!" he squeezed his fist in anger.