All's Fair In Love And Cinnamon War
As they're handed cinnamon rolls, kit & kitty and diesel & deedee make it inside. "i have to eat a whole cinnamon roll?" kitty asks. "relax." kit says. "i'm sure they're not that big."
Cinnamon Buns
You do taste like cinnamon." he beams and i lick my lips. "i love cinnamon." "oh, i love that! wanna be my pred now?" i consider this, and then point across the room. "that depends. what's that over there?" he looks.
Cinnamon Swirls
B-but..." the cinnamon feline began to complain, stopped short moments later by a low moan.
Cinnamon Twisted
cinnamon sat on the grass in front of the dorms, pouring over her latest, fancy imported cookbook.
Crocodile Cookin - Rolling the Pilot
"i'm here with drake today to make one of my famous jumbo iced cinnamon rolls.
485 Cinnamon Dark
But it seems clear where they got the cooking pot, and that the cinnamon grows there, so her path is set.
Cinnamon 4: Mousehunt
#4 of cinnamon the random adventures of orange tabby anthropet cinnamon, cin or cinna for short, and the human, ian, (un)fortunate enough to 'own' her. cinnamon's relaxing afternoon alone in the cottage is disturbed by a furry little intruder.
Wren
Wren rather liked being a slave. It wasn't the sort of thing young girls dreamed of growing up to be. In her pre-pubescent youth Wren had, at various times, envisioned becoming an astronaut, a princess, a race car driver, a princess who was also...
(Not Homecoming) Show Me
This was an "experiment" chapter from my series, "Homecoming", where I was exploring what it would be like if Clarissa weren't quite as loyal as I usually wrote her. It's non-canon and in fact the storyline conflicts with the other chapter I recently...
(Not Homecoming) Told Ya
This was originally intended to be a later chapter of Homecoming. Backstory for those who haven't read the story:Jake Pierson: Protagonist, 23 years old, mixed-breed dog. Recently completed college and is engaged to Clarissa. They're back in her...
Better Nights
I took a long, slow drag on my cigar, looking down with a faint smirk at sweet little Megan's muzzle slurping my dick like blowjobs are going out of style. It's not the best I ever got, maybe, but she's come a long way from that first night in the...
Worse Nights
I've had worse nights.It's two, maybe three in the morning and I got my dick out, draining it into what passes for a flower garden at the edge of the Thompson's back porch. Truth be told it's a dump back here, a little square of lawn and garden behind...