Tina's Story Chapter 23 Of Men and Golf
Still the membership was mostly male, white, old....and human. this was not lost on stan, as he walked down the long hall, where portraits of past presidents hung, to the locker room.
Ladies Night
The dress looked fantastic on her, it hung perfectly over her shoulders, hugging the curves of her ass and highlighting her ample chest along with quite a bit cleavage. "wow," she finally whispered.
Roundabout project, Chapter 2.
A few bits of modern art hung at intervals, alongside a few pictures of his host holding various sports trophies.
Xeno smut thread : gone fishing
He was bedecked in strange copper body chains and jewelry that hung from his tight body. the torso of the alien was longer than that of an average humans and was lined with strange slits that opened slightly as he breathed.
Inhuman | Chapter 7: The First Day TEASER
He vaguely wished his robe hung just a little bit looser.
Pet PART 1
His smile calmed me down a little but i looked away from him and to the large tv that hung on the wall. we sat for a few minutes in silence, then steve spoke up.
Diverting Gluttony
Normally we would have just ordered a pizza and hung out. but you were nice enough to bring out all these tasty, magical sweets for me to help myself too..." kinachi felt cheated.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Forty Five
A painting of golden sand dunes hung on a wall where once only a portrait of the councilman sat. candles lit by the va'chaak provided plenty of light.
If the suit fits
One, thom was head to toe in a blue fox costume with a white front and a bushy tail which hung lazily down to the floor. two, the costume had breasts.
The Pits: Part One
His feet still hung limp and numb, but they did not look sickly. finally, his legs were laid flat once more.
"Oh man what did I do last night?
I asked, "sorry, i'm a little hung over." "it is me, michiko." i heard outside. "err...i'm sort of...hung over...can this wait? what do you need?" i asked. "do you know you're speaking japanese right now?" michiko said.
Old Home, Part 3
_oh thank god._ what hung from his mouth was still his own--for now at least. he wouldn't be talking in dogspeak tonight.