A Different Kind of Bonding
#1 of a different kind of bonding a different kind of bonding colin was lying on the couch at home, idly throwing a ball against the wall and catching it on the rebound, feet up on one of the chairs arms, his baseball cap pulled low over his brown hair
A New Kind of Pleasure
It kind of looks like some sort of fortune cookie, i thought to myself. lucy whined, pleading, shaking me out of my daze. i must've been taking too long, and she needed attention now.
A Different Kind of Race
Different kind of racing." "better choice of words, but...not a better choice of racing," selina argued. "certainly not as taxing on the body as the kind that i do."
A Kindness Never Wasted
"very impressive, i must admit, even for your kind." "my kind?" the mouse gulped. "how many of my kind have you eaten?" "if i am to be honest," the lion mused thoughtfully, "you would be my first.
Different Kind of Coaching
Better make it yours," ryan continued, not wanting to leave evidence of any kind of extramarital sexual activities for his wife to find. most definitely not ones involving his son.
A different kind of game
"so, this the kind of fun you're talking about?" he withdrew two large bottles of alcohol which kevin couldn't make out from the distance. "190 proof vodka and some ultra violet." "190 proof?! why not just grab some isopropyl."
Longing For You
Moment won't be fleeting for my love i long for forever i have long had to endeavor _** **_the pain this world has shown me so long i have been lost at sea waiting for you to find this sweet kitten who is always kind
The best kind of workout
The good kind." maya licked her lips and imagined stacks of chips and all sorts of less-than-healthy foodstuffs to scarf down.
One of Two Kinds
As one of two kinds, they kissed and mated, sharing their love with no regrets or thoughts of negativity.
A Special Kind of Tonic
Knox seemingly sensed when samael realized what waited inside that pouch of flesh, what the dobie did to the vodka earlier: "thought a cute little slut like you would enjoy this kind of tonic, too. though, you... hah..." samael cut him off with his maw.
Last of My Kind Chapter 3
No blemishes or markings of any kind. it was strange because there should have been a scar across his stomach. the result of a childhood bike accident. but it was gone.
The Field Trip
He let the warmth swallow him, dissolve him, and remake him, as if he'd reached some kind of heaven, as if he'd finally found his place in the world.