After Hours
after hours by: jizzal for: friskyfox frisky is â© himself heretic is â© himself "they should label the bathrooms more easily, this place is too big," frisky muttered under his breath while he slid off his shirt.
After Hours
It was well after hours. their young, twilight affair, he knew, would live until morning. it would continue. grow. deering burrowed further into the sheets, and further against the cat's chest and fur. the cat held him there.
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Mike the human goes to meet his furble date at her office after hours. her profile made her out to be mature and established, but a little salacious; he's more interested in those first two parts than that last one.
After Hours
#1 of stories made of starfire the magnificent flare starfire recently completed another album of his great keyboard works, called after hours.
After Hours
Closing time. Issa set the gym lights to half strength. He ushered the last sweaty members toward the locker rooms, gave the equipment a thorough wipe down, re-racked weights onto their proper pegs, and counted down the till. Half an hour past...
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After a long day in the office, John needed some time to himself. All the social obligations, the nights at the bar, the work parties, everything that came with keeping up with that high-energy, competitive workplace environment had a way of draining...
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It was after hours, and all was quiet... save for one restless resident on his boss's stud farm. it was a real pleasure to write for my good friend kefl once again, and on a project that's quite close to my heart.
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_Author's note: I wrote this in 2004, and I think to date this is my only lesbian story. I was going to write a sequel to it, but I wrote only a few paragraphs, and never finished it._ \* \* \* \* \* "I can't believe we're doing this." ...
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**Entering the office and went straight towards my desk. I pulled my office chair then fired up my computer. On the bright side I didn't have to wear a suit while working late tonight since their would hardly be anyone here. All I had on was my button...
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It was dark and oddly quiet to a waking pair of vulpine ears. Matt, a red fox, felt as if he had slept on a pile of rubble. '_Where the hell am I?'_ he groggily thought. The fox's neck ached from his chin resting on his chest for an unknown amount...
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Mitchell had one arm in his jacket when his boss stepped into his cubicle with an apologetic smile on his face and a thick folder in his hand. "Hey, Mitch. Can you work late today?" Andy asked. Mitchell searched for an excuse and came up with...
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after hours we can come back here and do what ever". mack picked his head with a blissful smile, he replied " sure but i buy the rounds".