Skybound (SFW)
Your breath catches as their thumb traces the edge of your jaw, testing, exploring... your tail undulates against the concrete, expressing desires you can't voice.
The Terrors of the Entire F*cking World - Prelude
His claw ventured from his pot belly, back to the sink… tracing down the sticky currents, tracing laterally across them as though drawing the beginnings of a naughts and crosses game, it stopped at the tuft of fur on the girl's cheek.
Winter
I ignored their mocking cries, digging madly through the frostbitten ivy, trying to find some trace of her, some trace of hope. time crept slowly by, its passage hidden by the iron clouds.
The Predator Plant
Justin obeyed, running his foot back up to minikay's chest, tracing it around the bird's sensitive skin. "turn on your back," justin ordered.
Chapter Two
Beneath his hand, her fingers continued to trace the runes seared into his skin. to'roc stared in stunned silence as memories from the night before leaked slowly into his thoughts.
Stranger in the Rain: A New Place
.** **write to you later,** **trace** **_hey journal!_** **_ i can't believe i found you underneath all my old stuff.
The Cat's Stroll 30
Looking down to see his paw, dougo feng found traces of some whitish gray powder, probably of the same kind as the one on the cat's paw. it appeared to be ashes. then he realized. these ashes... were actually emitting traces of qi!
Tales of the Scarlet Suns 12
With one fluid motion the shadow tossed its cloak off and disappeared into the night without a trace. _to be continued in chapter 13: journey to the east._
Punishment
I don't know i watch silently as i see your arms embrace him as your fingers trace the crevices of his skin your eyes follow down his breathing like a map landing down his chest to his heart which pounds so strongly for you as mine once did, as
Graystripe x Silverstream
Graystripe, feeling the warmth of her body, responded with a low growl, moving with more intensity, his paws tracing every curve of silverstream.
A Field of Flowers
It was a dizzying aroma of pure, concentrated pheromones, the lingering traces of their lovemaking, the promise of countless more couplings to come.
The breaking point...
Even after i'm done with my twisted deeds, my mind doesn't seem to quit hellbent on heartache & pain i have little to lose if there's nothing to gain restricting resentment means more than it should making peace is easy when theirs not a trace