Filling Roomie
Anyway this was a request by maple, a truly wonderful bean you should go follow @ https://twitter.com/hyenascene lanjat's living situation had recently gotten rather strange. a good friend of his, maple, had come under a predicament.
Twinks Across America: Ch. 48 - Vermont
Believe me when i say i did not expect to hook up with the polyamorous owners of one of the farms that regularly produced homemade maple syrup.
Hero, Chapter 3 - A Book
Instead, he led her up to a maple tree. reya waited expectantly as he carved characters into the dirt. "does that also mean maple?" she impatiently asked before he finished. torren smiled and nodded.
Chapter Two
Alex said wonderingly, "do you smell maple syrup?" stan laughed with relief and nodded his head. "yeah, i got some in my mane that was . . . a little hard to get out."
The Turning Part 1
I soon gave up pleading with maple and the other...whatever i said fell on deaf ears. finally, in a daze, i felt the straps holding me to the table loosen and fall away.
How Maple Town Became Slutty Town
The first paragraph or two is based on a real premise of an episode of maple town. well, i turned this episode into quite a slutty story amongst the kids of maple town, taught in their sexual ways by wilde wolf.
The Club (Part Four)
He could however feel, and his body continue to transform until it was that of a maple tree.
Midnight Shift
"maple's candies, how can i fix that sweet tooth?" i cooed in a sultry timbre. "hello, this is the girl from the ads, right? miss maple?" he sounded unsure of himself, but had a silky quality to his voice that really got my heart going.
The Syrup Swap
"moose brand maple syrup?" "that's the stuff," he replied before the sound of his door closing punctuated the end of our conversation.
Coffee Microfictions, Collection III (October 1 2022)
"theeere we go~" maple said, soothing and shushing the sleepy thing as their mind switched off and they buried their face right into maple's soft tummy.
Out Of The Frying Pan... Part 3
When i can no longer continue, i jump out of a tall maple into a crouch. i speedily stand up and scan my surrondings. "nothing, that's good," i say with a sigh. i sit with my back against the maple. i am mentally, and physically, exhausted.
The Oni and the Fishermen
Here, the maples and cherries were barren. the bronze statues of buddha on marble huddled back-to-back, as if watching the path for one another, afraid. there was but one maple in the garden that had all of its leaves.