Scott's Remote | Chapter 6

Unable to control himself a warm, mushy mess erupted into the seat of his already soaked diapers.

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The Need

Poem i'm wanting always wanting now you always you more with every sigh i heave and every silence leaving me lonely tears to soak my pillow in a bed that's too big just for me you're here but you're not when i'm wanting you when will i stop

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Comfort Zone: Ch.5

The german shepherd was now pulled away from his tea and was gazing at the still soaking husky in the yellow light of the fire. "relationships are important to some people. and that's completely fine.

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Diapers & Drunks Ch.3

He was cold, his bed was soaked and he stank. "ohh! honey, no, no! it's okay! this is... this is mommy and daddy's fault! we didn't change you yesterday night, did we?"

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OJB: Dirty Suburbia

Respect bought by being rude, retrospectively, they're all nude, unwise and seeing only with eyes while soaking in bile, pursue pretty lies police pretend to protect, while grifters and killers prospect, the drifters are thick, the prostitutes slick

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Poem: Lifemates

From my legs, chilled to bone, soaked in cavernous lake, to my arms that are weary and sore, we row opposite ways in a myriad of plays and neither can reach the shore.

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Industrial Zone Series 3 Episode 1 - Final

Ginger was wringing her soaked hair out, her stripe pattern and color completely hidden under the clinging gungy layer.

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The Four Horsemen (poem)

Next a rider of pure anger and gore a brown horse he rides his name be war, a scarlet blade soaked in blood you die today, just like you should.

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War of Extremes

Sky pengs soak the snow in crude oil to mark their territory, although that always gets covered in new layers of snow. land pengs fire rockets into the sky so as to deny the night. eventually, both will run out of their territorial tools.

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Contentment

Michiko sighed, delighting in the simple pleasure of the first hot deluge of water cascading down her colorful form, soaking her tangled and matted fur.

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Poem: Its Dark Out

Slowly at first, running down soft furred cheeks rolling down and soaking into the fabric of the shirt currently worn. harder and faster the tears do fall, hitting the pillow or mattress upon which, the body of the tigress lays.

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