No waking up next to a guy who has no idea what he did last night, no awkward goodbyes (or the dreaded "i'll call you..."), no sentimental guys who feel like they need to doubly romance you to make up for last night.
Cuddling, Fox, M/M, Music, Short Story, Shower, Wolf
"getting good numbers isn't worth breaking your neck," she said as if her sentiment was non-obvious.
Autofellatio, Ball Growth, Blowjob, Breasts, Canine, Cock Growth, Exhibitionism, Feline, Female, Forcedshifting, Gender Shifting, Herm, Herm/solo, Hermaphrodite, Horny, Hybrid, Lots of cum, Masturbation, Oral, Pussy, Solo, Superstore, Swallowing, Tiger, Voyeurism, Wolf, at work, self suck
They don't specifically target sentiments but there are rumours that a few sentient children have fallen victim which has led to many hunts for these creatures do to mass hysteria
Green, Monster
A fictitious feeling built up by your own sentiment?
or is it an endless romance of passion and happiness?
Anger, Battle, Hate, Lost, Love, Rage, Romance, War, Wolves, confusion, denial, hallelujah
Miles felt himself open up far more than personal sentiments, alongside his mouth that let out another, louder, pleasured howl.
Cowboy, Dragon, Gay, Love, Reflection, Sex, Strip club, Wolf
Hopelessness
sometimes i look around my bedroom
trying to spot something i can end my life with
but i have those few, almost sacred loved ones
that i know could not go on without my presence
these loved ones of mine are my biggest hope
i have more sentimental
Depression, Poem, hope
Scared of not seeing you
its all about that very sentiment... something i'm sure people have felt, or eventually will feel.
everyone eventually will no longer see someone because life separates you from them.
Fear, Friendship, Love, Poem, Scared, loss
He drifted from the shore, pulled by horizon--
dearest doctor, sentimental scientist seeking to define love.
the elephant blushed, trunk aquiver as he reached up to
the mouse frolicking between his bars and sighed, "love?"
Love, Poetry, Relationships
But still i wonder why all of this abolishes my inner sentiment. yet, i still have not discovered where i myself stand in this world. i have never truly found out who i am. this world can sometimes tell me, but then a paradox can consume those thoughts.
Poetry