Poem - Suicide
My blood will be grime, my attempt is in vain. together they will cry, their hearts will bleed. i had almost hit the bulls-eye, i had almost succeed.
Hero, Chapter 14 - Sente
Whereas salt water rinsed a wound out and cleaned any dirt or grime, alcohol burned away the rot alongside the blood and flesh around it, which led to a much slower healing process.
It's Been a Hard Day's Night ...
The other paw caressed his sore rump, and scrubbed the grime out of his tail, before probing his tail hole with a wandering digit.
My Mind
The rain soaks all no matter the class as it washes away the grime and grease and calms the storms of my mind. no matter who you are or why the rain soaks you increasingly.
At the Moutain Pass
The first wash was just to get that grime off. fingers scrubbing through her pelt, rubbing some of the paste-like soap through her fur when she hit rough patches.
Meet Mala & Chrys
To those who enjoy grime, they can indulge that as well. things like viscous sweat, toejam, smegma, and the like can be produced within minutes.
Changing Christy - Dog Days
As soon as the water started running down her body, it darkened with the dirt and grime that, while not as visible as on her face, was well layered and thick on her body.
Falling Snow: Dark Shadows
She washed away the sweat and grime and closed her eyes when images invaded her mind, sweat and grime were not the worst she had washed off her body. she shivered under the hot water, her heart growing heavy and cold at the memories.
Chapter 18 teaser
She walked into the living room where a picture stood she made her way over and saw a picture of her as a kit the other half of the photo was covered in dirt and grime. she used part of her cloak to wipe it clean her curiosity now peeked.
Tale of the Wayward Dragon: Fulfillment(Illustrated story!)
Although it was meant to remove the layer of grime off her pads, the massage elicited snappy growls from rynthara.
What You Mean
I'll hold back your fears, pain and grime for no other reason than i'm happy you're mine. d.ashford
Ballade on Leavetaking
To orchards, where the crimson plums are bursting with unearthly wine, to waterfalls where liquid drums forever beat out seamless time, to cities underneath their grime on minarets or sunk in slums: to everywhere the sun does shine, so that's