Part of a story
Just sort of writing a story in drips and drabs. this part isn't all that finished still have to add some thoughts.please tell me if i've made a spelling or grammar mistake as i'm really bad in those departments.
Revealing More Than Intended
The dragon was an energetic gamer, and certainly a competitive sort, and it wasn’t long before david got a sense of just how outclassed he was.
Of Sharks And Sea Beasts
He'd heard some of the scientists talking about what it might have been, most were in agreement that there must have been some sort of ledge or rock blocking it, something that had caused the trench to be overlooked.
Sorting it Out
. :) sorting it out copyright 2013 comidacomida the fight at school hadn't been sam's fault but, as promised, the faculty had a zero tolerance policy; his mom had to come and pick him up thursday right after lunch.
An Intermission of Sorts
(Feir's Point of View) I was happy to see Friz relax, but I refused to be satisfied until he joined us in our little regression party. Gary even offered to join if Friz did, but Friz merely said that he would so long as Gary stayed the adult....
Transformative Discipline
That's why the saturation includes a wave length that stimulates the sexual responses in the brain and body, a sort of high tech aphrodisiac.
An Interesting Sort of Warning
The second looked far more mean, lean - if it could be called that, lean only in comparison to the first - and long legged though shorter than its companion, an ugly, ruddy sort of brown as though it had flung itself into some mud and let it dry.
Dragon release!!!... of sorts.
She said eagerly as she began rubbing his erect red bulging dick as it throbbed against her fingers, desperate for any sort of stimulation.
A Different Sort of Sword
"we got it sorted, catwitch, hand me the vials." "gladly." she handed him the vials. "ye need to do right. drink one now." carl drank it, finding the taste funny. "and the other ye go to sleep, and tomorrow ye'll be eager to please any sword.
Some Sort of Context
The first week or so, brad had just avoided everything of the sort. he'd sat moping in his room while his first roommate (a seal) did things and packed up and moved out.
Amber's 69 First Dates - The Art Room
Hit the lights and we'll sort this out." a shuffle. "it's not... quite time yet, i don't think," the vixen mused out loud, making it sound like a question.
To Laugh Once More
Compilation of recent ponderings and such during the late hours after gym visits and realizing how far i'd fallen...of sorts? again, criticisms are welcome.