Because I make plenty of them! :P

  • She let her hand glide over his trousers to feel the bugle there.
  • He opened the drawer to his closet.
  • He combated indecision by sh*tting his eyes.
  • She stirred something in a large boy on the stove.
  • She was facing the stone again instead of him.
  • He laid the briefcase onto the mental desk.
  • No one else needed to know that it had happenenend.
  • He wiped any participles off the table.
  • A wave of bread washed over her.
  • She had combed her hair and brushed her feet.
  • She hoped that they didn't blame paraboia.
  • The last party he went to was on Near Yew's Eye.
  • She kissed him, lingering a moment too long for proprietary.
  • You've seen what I do, Cpatain. (And many more times!)
  • He grabbed a handful of the bach of her shirt.
  • She heard the sound of his phraser.
  • The two pastries had a flaky crust and a sweet-and-four filling.
  • You're looking in the wrong fiction, Captain.
  • She felt the chill of the air, but she was determined not to shower.
  • The ship was large, and the signature was Devore, but it wasn't a warsnip.
  • His hands, unbound but still in their hound position...
  • He touched her creek.
  • This wamhrt esd a deliciud senstation.
  • The ceiling brightened into the sky illusion of damn.
  • Her words made him frozen.
  • One of the soliders said.
  • He said, hoping that he sounded demute enough to be she.
  • It brought her a little too cold.
  • She had a stronger sense of eight and wrong than he did.
  • There's a degree of removal that allows him to keep some of his soup.
  • He takes the other side by drawing the electrosock weapn.
  • She dug a pear of jeans out from the pile on the floor.
  • Her supplies were dimming.
  • She wanted a reference for her neck/nest job.
  • It was a small building cupped in a corpse.
  • She dug through what must have been poison icy.
  • She scrambled up with her tingers and foes.
  • Atop the final bar was a single line of barned wire.
  • Going to the energy room was not an option.
  • Pegasaurus & Pegasys
  • I grew up in fancy restaurants and state-of-the-heart kitchens.
  • and a computer screen that seems to be dusoplking the orders.
  • Beyond the playground runs a winding dream/steam.
  • He checked the watch on his write rist.
  • A death in the family would excuse him for a brie absence.
  • When he reached her grave, he stopped at the wood.
  • There's a twenty-four-hour doughbutt shop.
  • He asked to beat the ice.
  • Any good metal had a pool and he wasn't about to miss a chance.
  • He grabbed a motel and headed for the pool.
  • His face was fished, his lips slightly parked.
  • His hair was damp now from melting flames of snow.
  • He had to park his car six blocks from the Lame Michigan beach.
  • A wave spammed him face first into the pier.
  • He gestured him into a living room with a cough ant television.
  • Like her, they were warty.
  • She fit the key into the ignitation and started the car.
  • They passed through her favorite semsame chicken.
  • He ordered something very spicy and took the box with some reverenge.
  • He'd certainly had some strong onions.
  • He didn't elbowrate.
  • The cemetery was a broad expense of grass.
  • The chairs were high schools.
  • The water felt lice ike on his skin.
  • His steps slowed the closet he got.
  • He stood still to listen before the sire-fetter knew of his presence.
  • He heard a few muggled thumbs.
  • He turned on his kspatop.
  • He couldn't hear anything, talking ore moving.
  • The church parking lot was scattered with about fifteen cars, most of whom he assumed would be attending the book group.
  • Her date looks at her like she's gravy.
  • The walls are very well insulted.
mar 18 2010 ∞
apr 24 2013 +