The Vents
It's the vents." he intoned, his throat trembling as if struggling to let air pass the haggard vocal cords. "because i hate the vents and everyone that lives in it, so i refuse to call it what they do. i'm a petty bastard."
The Vents
He motioned towards one of the vents in front of cera. "i saw you two sucking on those. why don't you sit on it while you suck me off, hmm?"
Suicide
I'm sitting in the library at my school, googling "How to kill yourself" because my stomach is in knots. My tail's drooped, my ears are low and the worst part is no one knows. For the first time in my life I curse my ability to lie exceedingly well...
Venting on a slave
Https://www.sofurry.com/view/898925 **venting by amethyst mare** warning: brutal sex and bdsm.
Dragged Into the Vents
Something squelched its way through the vents above, wriggling as it crawled towards the cover. that vent wasn't even fully concealed, hanging from the ceiling by some firm supports.
Venting
"Ugh, that's it, suck my fuckin' dick, Jaffa." The pine marten breathed out softly, nuts slapping along the squirrel's chin below as he held onto those rounded ears to more insistently pull the man's face forward on his crotch. To his credit, Jaffa was...
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
The Struggle Challenge: Baumarius
I was writing to vent a little, and then i came up with this thing. feel free to make it your own - just leave my name in it or link your submissions back to me.
Introduction: Abandoned
I thought i'd take the opportunity to simply vent in the story rather than make a detailed journal on it. bear with me guys. \<3 i'll be back soon. i know this is short, it's supposed to be. just a small teaser for what's to come.
Inside
Kiss my raw wounds with your tongue flickering across burning ears, drenching wisps of tangled hair as tendons come undone. Unbending and unwinding tightened coils of pulsing veins. Keep searching. Knead my brain. Count carefully your...
On the Steps
He sits on the step, staring at nothing His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted Numb from stillness, his body is gone Winds of thought whisper through him They steal away, and leave him hollow In the absence make themselves...
Venting Frustrations
Irritably, dibs sighed, and popped open the vent. edgar spoke, but it went unacknowledged. he had already slipped out, and the vent closed behind him.