Sensual Therapy
He stared at the red hot ring around the wick of the burning "sensual therapy" scented candle, slowly breathing in the mild smoke. it was named very well.
Intoxicating
Her body itself was sensually curved in the places to make any man into a love sick puppy, the scales on her body a hypnotic cerulean. and then his eyes became locked with her own. they were like pure rubies, as if made to both entice and intimidate.
The Creed
Kanon, in his Assassin White tunic, sat on top of a building. A gust of wind lightly brushed past his hood, revealing the intense eyes that lied hidden beneath it. "Time to get to work..." he muttered to himself as he watched over the city, hanging...
Isn't It Beautiful
Miko blinked himself awake. The sun was still low in the sky, shedding its morning light onto his face. He yawned with a stretch, turning himself over in the rope hammock, his heavy tail pulled loose from its entanglement. Bright eyes caught his own...
Call Me By Your Name Review
This is where a lot of the themes of sensuality many critics spoke about came to fruition.
Shiloniap Culture
Beak rub = a sensual, often sexual, massage involving the beak. pecking = more verbal violence than physical pecking. often done to establish character and dominance. objects: words and terms you might want to know.
Dressing the French Maid Dragon
**The Twelve Kinks of Christmas** **French Maid** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Antoneth_ _ _ "Uh... Are you _sure_ this is a good idea?" Antoneth grumbled and blushed, tugging at his skirt. He would never...
Private Show
Raefox's paws fell away as he squirmed, then one paw began to sensually caress his white furred sheath.
Euthanasia
Poem silence sickening and vile cruel, tainted bile rising vomiting frailty insulting with hatred ecstasy sensual fantasia of the mind pitiless and savage frightening porcelain souls spiraling into madness bringing delicate euthanasia &
Goldenwolf's Edda
/i sing an edda of love and loyalty furred companions/sun-hued and dark shaded wolfclad wanderers/distant lives but close at heart twined by the gods/and closer than kin sweet in face/and sweeter in love's sensual embrace bonded as wolves and men/golden's
A Poem
You are the gardenia, shining in sunlight sensual, pure, distinct, and pleasing. i'm a camellia, which blooms to the moon there is no scent to my name.
Snowflakes
Love this poem; one of my favourites that i've ever written your touches are like snowflakes so soft, they make me shiver you deceive me with their faithless gentleness for a moment i believe this is genuine your poise and your sensuality ensnare me