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Size MattersAkala huffed and puffed as she did her best to gain the momentum she needed to roll out of bed. She felt a soft paw on her back that gave her a gentle push and helped her to the edge so she could sit up and then stand. Akala was a koala girl, with soft grey fur and big black eyes. Her huge round ears twitched as she looked back into her bed at the owner of the paw that helped her. Her boyfriend, Huan was awake and looking at her with love. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you." She apologized. He chuckled lightly. "Its quite alright my love, I don't think its possible for you to get out of the bed anymore without help." She shot him a playful glare. "Well, who's fault is that?" She chuckled. She placed a paw on her belly and rubbed it, the enormous ball of fur extending over a foot out of her thin body. Akala was a small one, standing at only about 4'9". She did have wide hips and amble breasts, both of which had gotten even more pronounced since her pregnancy. However, neither of thSize Matters by Xpicallia
Sleeping the Wrong WaySleeping the Wrong Way
Have you ever slept the wrong way in bed?
I dont mean waking up on the wrong side,
I mean honest to God
Putting your pillow where your feet are
Flipping over and sleeping the wrong way.
Or is it?
Wouldnt it have been the right way,
Had we chosen,
At the beginning,
To sleep that way?
So I was thinking about sleeping
The opposite way in bed
And that reminded me
Of life, somehow
Cause if you think about it
Theres always a right way, and a wrong way
But could the wrong way,
Have been the right way,
Had we chosen to make
The right way wrong?
So you see my dilemma
Im a person who likes to swim
(Figuratively of course)
Against the crowd
I like to blaze my own trail
By going lifes wrong way
And somehow I always end up
On the right path again
So I was about to sleep
The opposite way in bed
When I thought,
Since Im a wrong-doer
I switch everything around, and do
What I want to do
But then, in my
Polar BearPristine water
the calm surface
wave from my body
to the surface
I glide down
the silky soft liquid
floating with me,
transporting me to
my safest place
I break the surface
in a small, graceful upturned
move of freedom
I am jerked
back into reality
by one small breath
of warm air
A whole different world
SpidersSpiders. There are so many spiders I can hardly believe it. They're three inch diameter intimidating and leggy overblown, bloated monsters. Obviously.
There are more spiders than I can count. And I always count my spiders to make sure none get away. Of course, that's when there's only four or five little ones. Here there are so many one little body doesn't finish before another ends. They hang in clumps, not on webs, just attached to the wall, lying on top of one another in a disgusting, revolting cluster of bodies.
It sounds silly. First I see only one or two. I can deal with that, especially with Harvestmen - these particular kinds of spiders. I read all about them. I know they don't have venom, know all sorts of things about them. There are about 6400 known species of Harvestmen worldwide, but there may be as many as 10,000. They're those large spiders that look like they have only one, oval body segment instead of the normal two. And those long feelers, since they can't see well.
+APH+ Croissant et FromageDisclaimer: This fic contains Shonen-Ai, don't read if you don't like it.
▬Croissant et fromage font bon mariage ! ▬
Two little blond heads bobbed up and down behind a tall counter. The most cunning one of them thought about using one of the kitchen table chairs in order to reach his prize. The other boy, much wiser in his actions, trying desperately to warn his brother of the certain wrath they would face if the plan failed. The eldest shrugged it off and, surely, climbed the impossibly high chair, onto the counter, and was greeted by the alluring sight of freshly baked cookies.
"Matt! Come on up here too! I've found the jackpot!" exclaimed the small boy, teetering precariously on the edge.
"Al ... be careful! If Dad catches us, we're both dead!"
"Ish ok" replied Alfred, a mouth full of chocolate cookies. "Papa will shave us"
"Not 'shave' dummy, shave!"
"Maybe that is a good idea, Alfred" came the soft, melodic voice of their father. "I co
Seborga x Homeless!Pregnant!Reader ~He Who Cared~You hugged the newspaper close to your chest. All it covered was your swollen tummy. For now, that was most important. The cup beside you only held $1.23, and you hated that. But you couldn't blame those who passed you and sneered. You were living a worthless existance, where no-one cared about you. Doomed to carry the child of your ex-boyfriend, you struggled to satisfy the needs of a pregnant woman. You took shelter in the back alley of the local Olive Garden, crying yourself to sleep and wondering why you were so stupid to fall in love with the man who wronged you. Yes, it was a worthless existance, where nobody needed you. Then of course, he walked into your life.
Marcello Vargas was a very lovable man. He was one to chat with the female variety very often, as far as to kiss them on the cheek, compliment them, then mutter sweet nothings into their ears. He would then give out his phone number, but nobody would call him. It was probably because the moment they would call, he wouldn'
Succubus TF"Damn it's so hot" Samantha says to Michelle as they walk to the club.
It was around 11pm in July in Miami but it was still as hot as if the sun was up. They were on their way to one of their favorite clubs in the city and Sam wanted to get there as soon as possible.
"Hold up" Michelle replies as Sam begins to almost jog down the street. Michelle was by far the hotter of the two. She had a pretty face with long red hair, and a body to die for. She had nice D cup breasts, a slim waist and a tight ass.
Sam had envied her since she was 15 years old. They grew up in the same small Florida town and had come out to Miami for a summer of partying after they graduated from high school.
Sam was by no means ugly; she just wasn't as...gifted. She had an equally nice face with short black hair. Her breasts were high B cups, her waist was so-so, and her ass was almost nonexistent. She was wearing some tight fitting jeans and a tank top with a sweatshirt over top just in case it did get cold, which