Earning a Hero's Place 3
Tags: no sex, teasing, illusion of sex, m/f, ass worship, imp, tiefling, d&d, half-elf, imagination, spells, corruption, series,
Walt's Imagination: Prolouge
On the sheet, five words were inscribed in black, blocky text: **walt’s imagination. do not enter!!!** of, course, we had to go inside. michael said, “open the door, morty!” i said, “no, let ossie do it.”
Imagine Wolves Part 1
Our band is named imagine wolves and we have been together as a band only a short time. we have only been practicing covering other bands songs as i try to write our first song. we have 5 full time members.
Into the Pit Chapter 8: A Gentle Touch
Amethyst didn't drop it, pointing to the dildo, "were you imagining me when you were sucking that off?" the terrier nodded again. amethyst smiled, biting her lip as she imagined the athletic terrier sucking off her strap-on.
885 Beyond Imagining
Christmas day will be beyond imagining." even the timing and the general nature of the story seem to fit, although here it is summer instead of winter.
A poem for the imaginative mind
A poem for the imaginative mind the musk of men and women in the passionate embrace. oh the heat of the loins makes her moan the name. the clap-clap of his thrusts,the smell of the collective sweat.
Locker Room Fantasies
His imagination grew more vivid, the blurry images becoming more sharply focused the longer he concentrated.
Who’s a Good Boy - Chapter 2
Hazel stretched her limbs and relaxed in the rays of gentle sunlight. The field of fragrant flowers had been a comfortable place to rest and the short nap had done her good. Studying until she could not see straight, and then flicking the bean until...
Heat (Concession Stand)
I stroke myself harder, losing myself in my imagination as i see myself fucking the wolf's perfectly muscular ass. my cock throbs and balls draw up toward my body.
Kink Keep
It's like a very, very lucid hallucination, and whoever's in the room with you is there with you, and anyone else you picture is purely imagination."
Breeding a Future: Chapter 2
Less formal than celeste, she tripped over her words and tied her tongue in knots, although he could not have imagined any human of a similar age - what was she? three years old? - speaking as eloquently as she did.
Imagination, The Thing That Mends Us To Part.
Even "wind" -imagination- has its colors and if you "know no reason to care for the season" -never give up- then you will achieve "divine art". the boy sat there and pondered. to where off he could have wondered, he demanded a pen, a paper, and a plot.