Frost, a short story [by Moonblood]
I was going to send a cute little teasing picture but unfortunately dropped the phone...
Call Center
phone etiquette. manners. kalmin had them.
Lumberjacked
Around them, diners, mainly couples, talked, laughed, and munched on their meals, while he suppressed a snort and glanced down at his phone.
In Absentia
"_the phone baby... give me the phone..._" she reached her arm back and grabbed blindly. damien snatched the phone and put it in her paw. she brought it around and laid it beneath her.
Nick & Judy
Judy moved the phone back to crotch-level. she left the phone there as she continued pawing herself, as she sped up, her panting hit another pitch as she brought herself to a climax. "frick, f-frick, f-fu-fuck!"
Teenage Troubles
Unfortunately anthony's phone rang. "answer it" he said in-between pants. i reluctantly reached over over grabbed his phone, answered it, and out it on speaker phone. "hello miss... yes he's been a very good boy...
The Path of the Naga
The ginger cat looks up from its phone. this ginger cat is fat, round as an orange if it was about five feet in circumference. the samoyed looks at you with a dopey expression. it is panting and all white and has its phone on its lap.
Talk to the Naga
"hooboy, we got another one," the ginger cat comments while looking at his phone. the samoyed perks up from his droopy dopey expression. "how big can you get from eating?" it asks the snake-naga.
Thursday Prompt: Oily
The calico cat smiled at that as she went through the cell phone cases. she picked out a jeweled cell phone case pink. she was sniggering at it and going to put it back when her cell phone buzzed.
Remnants: Chapter One
He stared at the phone on his desk for a long time... and then finally caved and dialed the number.
Jake's Hypno-App Adventure
He sat up in bed, staring down at the phone. he had several thousand dollars worth of rewards in the phone now, and he had to admit that he was more than slightly curious about what else they might be able to give him.
Gone
The mother on my heels muttered a curse as i nodded and reached for the phone, paw as steady as ever. "hello, jane jones speaking," i answered, pressing the smart phone to the side of my head. "jane?" the connection was bad.