Rhythm
It was not his kind of place, but rhythm deserved the luxury. terian sighed, the motion of his chest falling sharply catching rhythm's eye.
Rhythm on the Mountain
It's short for "rhythm." i'm probably the cutest wolf on the block. a lot of other people tell me that too, even though i'm a guy. i have a girl's figure, which is great and horrible at the same time.
Beat and Rhythm
His shaft jerked hard like clockwork in rhythm with his pulsing heartbeat. it was touching her...
Rhythm is a Dancer
The names had been taken from the song ‘rhythm is a dancer' by snap. someone had played it on the jukebox, and found out that they both loved that song.
Let’s Not Forget the Rhythm
\* Hehhey, folks, here's a sequel to my previous story [ Just Remember to Blow](/view/604364 "Just Remember to Blow") which was definitely asking for continuation, or so I...
Never Endeavor
# Never Endeavor **By Keskron** Endeavor not the moon that glares above. Do not walk into spectral woods unplanned. his haunt is there, he'll take you where sharp shadows loom, macabre and grand. Because of this, I warn you now to keep your...
Tempo
Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...
Rhythms of Lust and Life
rhythms of lust and life: by: wisty ugh, the cold. why did it have to be so cold?
Vibrate to the Rhythm
Vibrate to the rhythm behind the gate to an abandoned subway and down the steps, the lights were still on and the floors were still kept clean.
When The Rhythm Hits You
A sharp clap and a wide smile brought the class to its scheduled stop, a dozen exhausted children of various species, none more than six, sitting cross-legged on the floor before their teacher. The mouse who served as teacher was worn just as much, but...
Otter Bait
The younger otter was going slowly now, panting but keeping up the rhythm that the log-drum was setting. he gasped as his brother surfaced again in front of him. "ka!" he exclaimed. "let go of my penis!"
Rhythm And Backsides, Part One
Jon might have been used to the limelight, but he was never quite able to get comfortable in a recording studio. The nature of his work meant that he was traveling all the time, and in his **own** studio, he could find his zen in an instant. On the...