The Morning After
You missed out, dude," jasper said, the bear rubbing his stomach, "found this shop with this grade a vintage absinthe stuffs. didn't really have much of an effect, but tasted great." rick looked between his three now-animal roommates.
Vacation
He sat back in the semi-reclined chair, and reached for his drink, a pripyat-green liquor called absinthe.
Trials and Typing
Rufus ran over to check on absinthe, cradling him in his arms and seeing that he was bruised all over his stomach and chest.
OJB: Absinthe
**absinthe** in pain; world-weary, are ye? burdened. weighted with worry?
New Slave
The drinks they served were faggy shit like absinthe and other pretentious drinks. the bear nursed his drink grimacing as his taste buds vomited on each other. it reminded him of the cough syrup that his mother made him drink as a child.
A Date at Da Vinci
She asked for a silver spoon, but the bar had no such thing until the bartender produced a flat, ornate device used for dissolving sugar cubes into absinthe. she thanked him and purposely put it in her mouth.
Girls' Night Out: A Nicobay Tribute
Chusi flicked her tongue in and out of nico's mouth, slurping the mix of cum and absinthe from it, reveling in the flavor, and shuddering from the act of kissing the object of her desire.
A Subtle Symbiosis (M/M)
Unlike the faux absinthe first drink, he did not consume it quickly. brutus got a second double whiskey. "do you ever shut up?"
Speak Easy
The strange male feline had put away his notebook, and was nursing what looked like absinthe, tracing one finger pad along the edge of the glass and scowling.
Flamechild - Standalone Erotic Story
Rowen nodded, once more returning his gaze to his lover's absinthe eyes. he spread her legs with his paws, and returned his paw to her grasp, immediately feeling her nervous claws dig into him, as slowly, he approached her vagina.
FurBar Chpt. 001 - The Intoxicated Mussel
"yup, he's drunk," bjørn stated and watched as dominic drained the rest of the absinthe. "how many bottles does that get him?" "two," l'ours replied. "nearly ten a bottle.
I Want
Wanting his prey to be ready, the very tip of the absinthe green tail presses against his tailhole. his legs writhe and part, making room for the invasion. he has never known such pleasure before, already his knot begins to build.