Show and Tell
Leonard snarled as oil squirted from the mechanism and stained his nice clean shirt. Sure, it wasn't his best shirt and in truth he'd never be caught dead in public wearing it, but it irritated him nonetheless to have it ruined by something so common....
Tell and Show
I purred, "i don't need to tell you how much i need it...how much it needs it..." i arched a bit more, my tail rising so that he definitely saw the glistening lubricant adorning my crevice.
Telling the Truth
"they can't tell," muse said, shaking his head. "the rings have a special property to them. only those that are worthy of being transformed, or already have been, are allowed to see through the enchantments."
Telling The Family
"lindsay, everyone has been telling me that we aren't going to work out. that i'm not going to be able to handle dating a pred. and you know what? i'm sick of it. i'm sick of everyone telling me what i can and can't do. so i want to find out for myself."
No tell motel...
#1 of night city tales a cyberpunk 2077 inspired story no tell motel... the tall appaloosa stallion's thick lip's curled up into a nasty knowing smile, keleon had taken the job of manager at the no tell motel.
Show and Tell
"hey, whatever it is, trust me - i'm not gonna run off and tell sally or sonic about it like some of the others might. i can keep a secret. so come on, tell me." "it's about sex!"
A prize to tell
Tamati turned around a bit angry "hey, it's a mimosa, you punk..." unable to finish his sentence as he noticed who was telling such childish joke to demoralize him: vulpa, showing her fur half dried after a nice soothing bath in the sea.
Tell The Truth
Storm wanted to comfort the vixen, to tell her it was all alright, but before she could say a word, nash lashed out with the flogger again. "why didn't you tell your other slaves about storm's training?"
A prize to tell
Tamati turned around a bit angry "hey, it's a mimosa, you punk..." unable to finish his sentence as he noticed who was telling such childish joke to demoralize him: vulpa, showing her fur half dried after a nice soothing bath in the sea.
Sniff and Tell
The stink of his breath is so rotten, so vile, so heavy, that every instinct you have is telling you that it is a deadly presence that should be purged.
Time will Tell
"i liked how surprised you looked sooo not gonna tell you cutie."
Tell It To The Crows
He could never tell anyone. he hadn't thought his first act through and then even after realizing he had acted too quickly had repeated the mistake. the second thoughtless act was far worse than the first.