Cliche Gay Story - Part 1
A cliche story idea that i'm writing in a little different style. check it out! authors notes this is a cliche story i've written about high school. a lot of the themes and events in this story have happened to me and i've thrown them together.
A normal morning
In sharp contrast with her brothers neatly kept room amelia's room, as cliche as the expression was, did look as if not a bomb then at least a hand grenade had gone off inside.
My life with blaziken chapter 17
cliche, but it works. we went home an hour later, after signing the paperwork and paying the (ridiculous) bill. now, in terms of money, i had about, tree fiddy (south park reference).
FNAF oneshot: Coma
He sat down in the chair, a cliche bouquet of flowers in his hand. it crinkled a bit as he let his arm relax in his lap. spring felt so stupid, standing there, feeling sorry for this person he'd never met before. he sighed, and just sat there.
The Moonweaver Chronicles 2-1
Something that looked like a spellbook appeared out of thin air (again i had to laugh inwardly at the mage casting magic from a spellbook cliche, there was no end to the jokes tonight apparently). to be honest, i was actually expecting chanting.
Open Night
It was obviously not meant to accommodate two...no matter about the porn clichés, or the rumors you heard about the sort of places as the butt[on]hole club.
Lopunny Dusk
"a little cliché don't you think?" i asked her, pulling her close by the loose fabric hanging at her side. she leaned in and i kissed her softly, she nuzzles me back and climbs up to sit in my lap. _know what isn't cliché?
We Deal in Dreams
_stupid cliche house with a stupid cliche garden in front of it and with a stupid cliche mailbox,_ she mentally ranted as she walked to the front door, _and a stupid cliche name plate on the stupid cliche mailbox, and with a stupi-_ "the hell?"
One Hot Day in Knothole Village
"so, to coin a cliché, was it as good for you as it was for me?" he said, a grin on his face. in response, he got a quiet snore. "huh? sally?" sonic gently nudged her. she was fast asleep, covered in sweat and cum, but with a wide smile on her face.
The Lion Has Landed
I felt as if we were enacting several dozen lovers' clichés, the kind of thing that no one believes really happens... unless they've felt it themselves.
Poem #46: El Corazón de Amor
#47 of poetry getting close to valentine's day/single awareness day, i decided to write a poem about love (cliche i know).
Ferals
cliché, i know. anyway, i was approaching the shower door when i suddenly heard this weird sound. it sounded like if you were lapping up something. i kinda expected it to be licking, so i searched out the source.