Six Word Stories
· teacher and student: a lustful afternoon.
Rising Anew-Chapter 5, part 2-
She had felt his lust against her hip and wanted it even now. she walked around in front of him and looked down at his hands. they were both covering his source of embarassment, although they were failing miserably.
The Kingdom
"I'm finished!" Katrina cheered, setting her fork and spoon down into her clean plate. "Can we have story time now?" Looking at the clock, Juliet could see that it was only seven thirty. All three of them had sat down for dinner at seven o' clock,...
One Single Day: Wolfess
The thick white fur of this beast waved easily in the air as it rushed past from the full on charge this wolf was providing. A race against time, a charge fueled with anger, sorrow, confusion. Everybody that had been known was left back there, but this...
Poem: Last Dance Of The Wolves, Their Soul Rest
The calls howl through the flow of time, seeming to each the heavens itself through the night sky's songs of peace, the souls of the wolves call within, wanting to return to the one who creates their hearts, their lust, and their existence.
The Fight for Flowers Part 1
The whiteness that had been covering this place slowly vanished one by one as they were moved towards their freshly dug grave. Organization wasn't the most important point here as the large canine that had been directing them knew that most in his pack...
The Draconian Story: Chapter 10
"wait a sec...lust?! you mean i...i'm gonna be a sex-crazed dragon with too many fucking mates and stds?!"
'Our Night'
Our Lips Pressed, Tasting The Touch, Tongues Dancing Away Within. Wrapped Of Ourselves Tonight: Gently, But Firmly In Our Grasps. A Delicate Flower I Hold. Your Sky-Lit Eyes Drawn To Me, A Smile Curling Within Your Face. A Smooch On Your...
Blooming Love - short poem
The primitive flowers of lust bloom upon the vines that spring up the fleshy walls of our hearts and minds. produced from the ever blooming sprouts planted within our souls. seeds watered with rain made from tears of joy and pain.
Contained - Mouse Story
I looked away, not wanting to be encumbered by the lust of these two. i tried to reach for the bread that was thrown at me, my restraints making my movements loud and trying.
Poem: The Twilight Dawn, Souls of the Morning
The foxes cry, wanting to be one within the gates of lust, wanting to be within their soul mates hearts forever, leaving their once loved home to reveal their true love once more.
Silver Stream Memory 15
These are listed as: jesus, satan, god, livejournal, circle of lust and gluttony, and others stories about you," eko relayed. "yes, a game someday but simple and quick only really but i know if i commit i will regret it at this time.