A Captive Barber
His bulging jewels were churning and glistening with a fresh layer of sweat and saliva, but they lacked the built up oil i had dutifully swallowed down.
Chapter V: Firestorm, Part Two
His entire body seemed to be cleaned of oil, and he was producing no oil. the cuffs on his hands were locked tight on his wrists and if he wanted to produce more oil, he’d need them off.
Pokearth, Chapter 4
I applied a little oil to the brush and set to work on her fur. 'oooh, that feels good.' she commented. with all the matting gone, it was fairly easy to clean her.
All About the Smile
Little by little, slowly and tenderly, dave applied the oil across serling's face with only the tips of his fingers and thumbs. even now, prior to the full softening effect of the massage oil taking hold, his touch was wonderful.
Music to Their Ears
She poured a small quantity of the spa's signature oil, _her_ signature oil, out onto her hands, paying special care to ensure her fingertips were coated even more than her palms, and reached out for the coyote.
Book One of Rabbits Part 4 of 29, "All of this, is ours. We built this."
Brilando acquires more cloths and drinks while carr and mikna talk about why they used olive oil instead of the corn oil. two minutes pass before brilando brings his next cart to the third table.
Furry Fallout
He pulled out some oil meant to keep the steel from rusting as well as some rice paper. he sits there as he cleans the sword, wiping the old oil off the blade.
Wifwolf Hates The Piano
A pile of bread crumbs sat on a large plate, the milk and eggs were well mixed in a porcelain bowl and , a healthy dose of olive oil coated the teflon pan in front of her. \>"no, thank you, babe.
Under The Quiet Moon - III - 01/20/2011
Turning the nob dimmed the oil lamp's flame and she was able to step out into the main room where geoffry was tending the fire. "feeling better?" he asked with only the slightest glance back.
Curse of the MIghtyena
The fire was an oil fire and it was only spreading. "stop, i get the idea, charmander, use ember on the oil" the additional heat caused the oil to burn more rapidly and it quickly died down enough to allow passage.
Dragon In The Comic Book Shop.
There wasn’t oil between us. no noise. no orders to fill. just the hum of the back freezer and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. “you read it?” i asked because it felt like the obvious thing.
Just a beggar
Burning... oil... barracks? the closest place to buy oil is to the direction he is going. i scream at him to stop, but to no avail. instead, i follow. i try to get him to tell me what he is going to: "what did you say about 'burning' and 'oil'?"