UTO Mini: Moving Out, Moving On
Toby wasn’t new to heavy lifting. Be it piles of bricks or six string basses, lugging things around was one of his scant few specialties. However, after six years of accruing additions and twelve months of hand rides from his beloved girlfriend, moving...
Night Moves
Blackout curtains kept the room in utter darkness while dampening the sound of passing cars splashing through the rain. Gina found herself suddenly awake. She lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes and nuzzling back...
Moving South
It was late afternoon, and the rocks of the cliff-face were being painted a beautiful hue of golden-brown by the setting sun. The tall pine trees stood like staunch sentinels in the valley bellow, silhouetted by the pink clouds. It was that time of the...
Moving Forward
If he hadn't mentally asked himself if he was awake to a near-point of semantic satiation for all three words of the question, at some point having become aware of his own senselessness and inanity, Rey probably wouldn't have realized that he had woken...
Move It On Over
If ever there was a time that Hank Griswwald enjoyed more than any other, it was Friday evening. The Siberian Husky always made sure to enjoy himself after work; usually by having a drink or ten, but he still had to be careful not to end up hungover...
Moving forward
Katherine's hips move in a slow way and samantha moans with pleasure closing her eyes, she feels as the toy move in and out from her vagina.
Bad Move
It was one of those lazy afternoons I spent over at Owen's place, considering he didn't work every day, and I was barely working anymore to begin with, so it seemed like a perfect match, to spend some quiet time together, maybe have a drink or two,...
Don't Move.
Greetings, I have apparently caught a bit of a creative bug. My second story in two weeks \*gasp\*. Though this is not my usual genre, I am hoping this won't turn too many people off and maybe even gain a couple of readers. Enjoy Garou PS As always...
Moving In
"it's time you properly moved in, trissie." he carefully stepped up onto the hoard, causing coins to shift like he was stepping up a sand dune.
Los Angeles (Todd)
"you guys said you're moving in, aren't you?" angie says. "yep." wendell puts an arm around me. "well, me and todd. i don't remember hearing anything about dexter."
The Pleasures of Moving
I figured I should start giving back to the community, so here is my first submission. I know I have a lot of work before I can call myself decent at writing, so useful criticism is appreciated. Still learning the usual customs for formatting the text,...
Moving Day
\>clara had made the decision that emi needed to move in then. \>while you don't mind, you wish she would have consulted you first.