Mercer, Mercy, Me
"you aren't going to be dead in sixty days." i remembered fire.
Secrets that aren't Secrets
Amethyst creations: https://amethystmarecreations.bigcartel.com/ story © amethyst mare / arian mabe characters © respective owners **secrets that aren't secrets** ** ** _written by arian mabe (amethyst mare)_ _commissioned by mugs_ _ _ _
Aren't We Friends?
"we're friends, aren't we?" she asked rhetorically. "it's nothing more than a little pawjob." "aislin... i- i'm not sure about that." she stood up on the bed and stepped over to him.
Friends Aren't Food!
Friends aren't food! by ezcheesesorceror theodore couldn't keep his mind off his friend. he was glad they lived so far away, their stop at the end of the bus route, the bus being almost completely empty as they sat in the back seats.
Heros Aren't Made...
"no, heroes aren't born, they're broken."
Becoming the Djinii - by Digitalpotato
Where because of your birth, you aren't destined for a life of servitude, where your debts are not inherited like yours were, and where you never have to live in a debtor's prison? where your body is not for sale?" "a-and if i say no?
Feathers Aren't Just for Tickling
Falco chuckled to himself as he adjusted his hat; he'd just hung the exhibition pass around his neck, and the brim needed to be folded back. His ears swiveled in the direction of sweet-sounding laughter. In his experience, only one thing could elicit...
Paybacks Aren't Always Hell...
Paybacks aren't always hell... by nightcatcher blackwolf the wolf paused, scenting the air, catching the wisps of perfume that hung there enticing him forwards.
Some Dildos Aren't Toys
**some dildos aren't toys** leigh sat back on his computer chair with a grin on his face, his eyes already half-lidded.
Things Aren't Always As They Seem
Sorry if it's a bit crappy, it's my first story. Also, it's more for jokes and testing then anything. So please enjoy or don't. I'm not your Mother.I can't tell you what to do. Jacob was always unhappy with his life. It's not that it sucked or...
Feathers Aren't Just for Tickling II
Falco approached the tickle torture exhibit. A feather danced between his fingertips. The same hazel pine marten was in the same bondage chair, same cute feet sticking out of the same sturdy stocks. A bit of dried pussy juice spotted the leather...
Sometimes the truths aren't what they seem
I dance in the shadows but I am tame in the light. If u put me in the darkness you will wish I was in the light. As when you force the light to the dark the truths of the light are darker then the darkest night, for if there is no light who...