A rainy day activity
The gentle trills of birdsong, leaves rustling in the wind, sheets of rain falling through the trees- oh. perhaps not quite such a perfect day after all.
Butt-Putt Golf
birdsong filled the air of the cold morning as a careless occasional breeze swept around their balls and under their tails with mild frigid intensity.
The Chat
. \*\*\* he shifted slightly, his ears filling with the sounds of chewing and ripping and birdsongs, but they weren't gulls, and there was no surf.
Survival, Chapter 1: Acorn Paste, Honey, and an Egg
In short order, birdsong poured sweetly from the macabre ornament. fifth's tall ears shivered with sensation and delight. "how do you do that?"
Seeding
As synthia charms woke up to the sound of birdsong outside her window, she woke up on her comfy queen sized bed, stretching out with a moan. "mmh, morning already? i must have needed that sleep.
Elf and Dwarf Slave and Master - Story Sample
So did the gentle trill of birdsong outside. now came the tricky part: to tie a square knot behind his back. tocarear's primary perception switched from sight to touch as he fingered his way blind around the simple knot.
Rocky Start chapter 4
Summer called back, wheeling her bike along the narrow tree lined path that lead deeper in the small wood already alive with the sound of evening birdsong, soft chirping coming from all around them.
Royals & Riches - Chapter 4: Escape
Miles and miles trekked with the natural birdsong, insect chirp and the occasional barking in the distance filling ben’s satellite-like ears, swivelling all the time to alert him of any foreign sounds.
Breeding in the Forest
It was not enough to get her to adjust her position in the slightest, loving it all too much, the tenor of birdsong in the trees above, the forest around them, otherwise, quiet of intelligent life.
The Real Deal
The birdsong offered little solace from yara's pensive silence. marlo squeezed his arms together a little nervously. "i... i thought you might like a space all to your own?
Servant Work
That was not something that reline was about to do, grumbling good-naturedly as she doused her arms in the bucket standing soapy and foaming to the side of the corridor, though at least they had the lure of birdsong from the garden for company.
Call the Cocksmith
He lowered his head to slip it inside, and the sounds of traffic and birdsong were soon drowned out by the pulse coursing through the shaft. that hot, rippling passage - groping and massaging every inch of his torso. swallowing him. dragging him deeper.