The White Robe: Epilogue
#22 of the white robe caitlin is home again, and the story comes to a close. caitlin sat on the couch in the warm beam of sunlight that filtered through the living room window. the bandages were finally off, and the stitches had come out.
Seven White Flowers
One hour later, he was dressed in white cotton trousers, a white shirt with a bowtie in the nordanskog family colours, blue and gold. a black-trimmed white jacket was the icing on the cake.
White + Black = Grey
The strains of white seed in his black fur and the taste of it. tj loved it. kevin put his arms around tj and hold him there not wanting to let go of him. he looked at his white fur and grabbed the condom.
Snow White sequel
Until the tube penetrated snow white's cervix.
A whole lotta white
The umbreon was the first to pop his head out from the pile, looking around, his ears down and covered in white snow.
Snow on White Fur
This is obviously taken from "snow white"! ^^ it's a no-yiff story because i want to try something different. plus i've never ever written anything dark and suddenly change the atmosphere. but here you go!
Little White Seductress
The young white gave her hips a wiggle before asking again, "so, can we?"
1. The White Hart
The white hart is a rich hunting ground; now brimming at capacity there's barely standing room - meaning the guys press up nice and close as they try to order at the bar.
College Years
Sorry for the delay everyone, but here is part 1 of chapter 6, enjoy! College Years Chapter 6, Part 1 Blake Orlando walked with me back to my dorm room, we talked quietly the entire way. Once we reached the dorm, Orlando rubbed his shoulder...
02 A New Beginning
His white and grey fur lit up well under the florescent lights of the bar making him look purple. kalt looked at his own fur and saw the same was happening with him.
Memento Mori -- Chapter 9
I wiped my eyes and looked up at the white tiger before me. "oh, your awake? feeling better?" i asked. he grinned and then winced.
Prologue..
I sat on a low window sill, the cool white wooden surface hard and secure, while i eased back against the arch of the window and gazed out at the cold winds and beautiful white blankets that smothered the town.