Hello! Hello! Chapter 6 - Best. Fucking. Friends.
"i don't want trent to be my first memory of sex." i couldn't quite make out his point, but his fingers were massaging my ears gently. "i'm sorry, seth." "no, i mean, uh, how, ugh, will you, um, maybe like do something with me?"
Hostile First Contact
memories of sex were the most powerful i could think of, overcoming other, more delicate memories. the creature looked around oddly, presumably surprised by my ability to adjust what he saw. "what is this?
The Royal Guardian
The thought...and to an extent, memory of mating a female turned his bones to mush from all the shaking. he had only had such contact with a female once, about five years ago when he was out for one of his usual strolls.
2626 CH 23 (An Orr World Story)
He was a program, he barely remembered physicality, and had no memories of sex at all. he'd lost all of that in the cataclysm. he'd never worried about it before. now he'd have to figure out how to integrate that into who he was.
The Dragoness of Salsea 2: Unintended Consequences
The memory of fucking erna came back with a rush, and she almost fell over at the sheer insanity that it represented. sarina leaned back, shaking her head, the migraine returning with a bang. "mmmph! fuck...fuck..."
The Return to the Highlands, Part 3
It was bringing back recent memories of mating. he sighed. boy, it had been nearly enough to burn him out, but oh had it been fun! the three lynxes stopped in front of an ornate door. he recognized the symbol for the healer guild branded in the wood.
Training Your Mate
That bit of body-memory of sex and pleasure was still so strong even after so many years, and he knew that if he let that continue, he'd be tempted more and more until he did something stupid. like take her up to bed and fuck her.
Night of the Hunt 2
._ try as he might, though, he couldn't conjure up any memories of sex or even watching porn. _it's being in this fucking furry body. it's messing me up.
Independence
He had a hard time getting his mind away from sex-- the memory of fucking that rabbit didn't help. after splashing his face with cold water, he stared at himself in the mirror. his thoughts drifted to his interactions with rain the year before.
Camping Trip (pt 3)
His cock spat out a rubbery line of slime at that, the hazy, half-aware memory of fucking himself. he was so absorbed in the thought, of driving his cock into a groaning, shuddering body, that he almost missed running out of trees to leap to.
Photo Booth
Actually, memories of sex between the pair was fuzzy at best. they were sexually active...weren't they? "i don't want to talk about it." jessica was quick to respond. she backed away from ashley rather than turned around.
Riding the Pony
He could ride kao slowly and still reminisce, letting the first memory of fucking kao, one of the best lays that he had had in a long time, flow through his mind...