Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 89: Nothing We Do Makes Any Difference Whatsoever
**Chapter 89: Nothing We Do Makes Any Difference Whatsoever** _Traveler's Log space date 07;23;34 _ _Milo Silver reporting. My friend and I have successfully escaped the apocalypse and are on the adventure of a lifetime courtesy of some friends -...
Waiting for Rescue (Otherwise Untitled)
~ a hand groped haphazardly about the controls on the wall, until the alarm was suppressed. the bunny let out a frustrated groan within moments, sliding out from amongst the blankets and out of bed.
Dreams of Home
Although i'm sorta used to it by now, i still can't help but to wince everytime the fellow prisoners heckle, spit and even grope me. thankfully, my request to have a cell of my own was at least granted allowing me to sleep my nights in peace.
Together - Soon + Liez
groping though my bag i dig up his itinerary... damn. it's actually 3:40. i had been wrong this whole time. ok so 50 minutes then. the noise of the crowds around me should be of interest to me.
The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Thirteen
Markus, still under the cover of the numerous potatoes, groped for a smoke canister, he wrapped his paws around one, unclipped it and then threw it blindly towards the direction from where the fire was coming from, it exploded and let loose a great expanse
Shifting Shadows- A Character Study, Odd Perspective
Hands groped through the gloom of midnight, probing for something. _hungry, so hungry._ the creature's gnarled fingers found purchase on a wall that it couldn't so much see as feel. it was hunting.
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Two
I flex -" and he did a double-bi, his arms exploding into thick balls of muscle, "--and they grope. they also tip extra." he let go of the pose and grinned toothily. "i buy my wife lovely gifts, and she doesn't grumble as much."
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
Only flexing and groping." his eyes rambled innocently over the massive form opposite him. "well? what are you waiting for? strip, son." joe took a deep breath to calm his nerves and started to unbutton, then slip off the shirt. mr.
Soapy Eyes
She bobbed her head, freeing herself, and groped her way to the sink, hooves going clop-clop on the tile. "at least when _i_ have parties, i invite you. it's not _my_ fault none of my friends believe you're gay!"
Sleeping without the Remote (Otherwise Untitled)
Being without need to tow small vehicles or wench engine blocks out of classic cars, he groped the nightstand's surface in a failed attempt at acquiring the remote control. a moment of panic rose in the dragon's throat.
Chapter Six - Unexpected Encounter
As i grope for my body wash, i step back under the stream of droplets, the warm stream washing away the suds atop my head.
Seventeenth Straight Sheridan Spring Spaghetti Social
... grope! grope! on the mouse's rump. "eek!" rising to the tips of foot-paws. "adelaide ... " his eyes darted. as if paranoid. god was watching them, for sure ... was it okay to be goosed in a church? a giggle. eyes bright. "mm ...