Zandrena's tongue gently made its way into noodles. Softly caressing the elongated delicious mass; her tongue wriggled and writhed with a rough but loving force. Noodles and Zandrena were destined for this, like how a train coming from Memphis at 53 miles per hour is destined to meet a train leaving...

glad to see that you're clinging on to that last bit of sanity, trance

but i have no idea what to write about~

maxine you must take up my mantle and write one

it has to be drenched in overly flamboyant metaphors and euphemisms to make it work

and you must use metaphors and euphemisms to describe sexual organs, not the their names

in other news i feel like writing another fic about trance

too bad she doesn't come here anymore

only quality games get translated

Am I the only one here not into anime? :[ It was cool until everything started to seem unoriginal, boring and predictable. I'm more into original art styles. Well if it counts for anything, I sort of track Hoshi no Kaabii. That's about as close as it gets. >____> Kirby is too darn cute for his own ...