smell of success
Added 2023-11-02 01:21:48 +0000 UTC"you want a hit, runty?"
the wolf-man said, but you could barely hear him over the huffing and snorting and grunting of the creatures around his waist. the one burying its face into the dense mane of his armpit was wearing your friend jay's clothes for some reason. He's all you can smell and it's making you feel faint, almost forgetting to respond. "i got a free arm here if you wanna see what the fuss is about...
"Uh," you open your mouth to say, but you feel a little woozy, and not just from fear--your head is spinny and your cheeks are hot, as if you'd just taken a hit of poppers in a club. it was a totally inappropriately sluttish thing to feel in this situation, and all of a sudden the athletic facility office suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees fahrenheit and--
"And that's all she wrote," Packleader said, closing his heavy bicep over your head.
Comments
The world needs more of this wolf daddy ๐
Puck
2023-12-10 16:17:01 +0000 UTCH e c c. The short stories you write for these add a whole 'nother level of mmmmmf.
Ashes
2023-11-06 21:49:42 +0000 UTCeverything about this one is perfect. old man armpit.....
RudeMyDude
2023-11-02 20:23:47 +0000 UTCWow, this one got me all hot and bothered.
Kabbalist
2023-11-02 11:45:26 +0000 UTC
