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Legend of the Spidery Things Ch. 01

by cometotimmy on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

It is true a hefty body of folks tend to refrain - guess they inherited the leaning in refraining from voicing many reasons to favor this time of year. The winds born have not infrequently known the darkness of neglect when they were but whips with innocent beginnings but come into the world knowing not the gentle caresses of love but only to sling wicked st...

Whiteout Ch. 01

by Acal on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

"All units return to station, there is an incoming blizzard that is set to cut services," said the voice from the radio. Hunter groaned, he was far from the station, the blizzards around these parts sometimes hit with furious intensity and little warning. He quickly turned the car around and hoped to make the forty minute trip before the blizzard cut off vi...

The Snow Warrior's Slave

by targlet2 on Jan 22, 2020
Group Sex

The weather man said the blizzard was rolling in in a couple of hours. Mandy looked at her watch and then grabbed the last box from her old blue camry. The house sat on the edge of the woods out from a small town in North Dakota. Mandy had bought the house two weeks ago and just this last week begun moving into it. Mandy knew as she went into the old farmho...

Heat

by WFEATHER on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The night was cold, but the bed was nicely warm. Six hours without electricity was definitely annoying, and still the blizzard howled outside, the rapid winds sweeping over and around the small house. This was why I had not wanted my husband to accept the job transfer, even though the accompanying raise was definitely what we would need to have a good start...

A Mystery at Ardenfell

by Zyophyr on Apr 4, 2019
Fantasy

Who are we? I don't know, who are you? We are you. Oh? And who am I? You are us... And we are you... Very helpful... Why am I so cold? Probably because we passed out in this blizzard... Well, that'd do it... And why did I pass out in this blizzard? We don't remember? Yes, of course, I remember, that's why I am asking the voice inside my head. We have been in...

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With Advice from Mistress Fishnets

by justincbenedict on Oct 15, 2017
BDSM

"Kylie, I don't want this old creep sucking on my toes." "Eel" O'Neill paused. "Besides, they're disgusting. She might get salmonella or something." The young couple was snuggling on the couch, and Kyleen's new boyfriend had taken his shoes off. But why on earth had Ky encouraged this old hag to suck his feet while he and Ky made out? "You'll get used to i...

Blizzard

by Sentients on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

PROLOUGE Important information regarding the characteristics of the blizzard family of plants - to be read by all parties involved in its studies. The blizzards are made up of a multitude of specialised and highly adaptable organisms. The high rate of metabolism and inherent DNA instability of this family makes it nearly impossible to make any valid spec...

Christmas Memory

by WFEATHER on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

I awoke because my nose was cold. Beneath the covers, I was nicely warm, but my face and especially my nose had become cold. That caused my eyes to snap open. If I was cold, it was because the furnace was no longer working, and if the furnace was no longer working, then it had happened, and when my eyes opened, I saw that it had indeed happened: I had lo...

Life comes to Overwatch

by Mattahouen on Mar 24, 2017
Science Fiction

A few months had passed since Lena, Hana, Angela, Widowmaker, Mei and Symmetra had returned to the game. The Doomfist release turned out to be a sneak peak of the future from Blizzard, because hero number 24 just so happened to be Orisa. Some female omnic horse thing. I was still depressed. Not only had I lost the six most perfect women any guy could ever as...

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Culra Bothy

by Scotsman69 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Culra bothy He pushed the door open. A hard morning at work; afternoon train to Dalwhinnie; the long walk in to the bothy as October sunset lit the way by Loch Ericht. The additional weight of the firewood strapped to his rucsac at the last trees well over a mile back. He was exhausted. The place was cold and empty, but the last occupants had left it tidy....