Monthly Archive: March 2017

Max hadn’t been back to the springs for almost a decade, but the hot, soothing mineral waters flowing over his shoulders felt as good and relieving as ever. He moved out from under the path of the spreading waterspout, stained…
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Are you sitting over there on the wooden bench under the juniper boughs waiting for me to approach, your lovely smile hiding delights that you have yet to reveal to the world? Or is your lovely form just just another…
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I’d taken the wrong turn back down from my hike to Joseph’s Mine and had just stumbled through a grove of sticky reeds much taller than me. I reached a dirt embankment that seemed to go straight up. The brambles…
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She was good, like jam on toast. She was very, very good. She started swaying her hips one way and then the other. She swiveled as her breasts bumped, and then a bass beat started up and she began to…
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Gazing into the creature’s mind, the Vril knew only one way to safeguard themselves against the dread Draco scourge: they had to stay Hygge. “What’s Hygge, Precious?” the Draco spat, as they got as Hygge as the Vril were at that point able…
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Burst into being, / art that drove truth took the wheel. / Rock up, take the motion / gotta feel. / Can you continue to follow / while you wallow / in the mire of your desire? / See, the thing that…
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The tooth throbbed as they took my blood pressure. The pounding pain distracted me somewhat from my extreme fear. Somewhat. I tried to calm myself as the assistant pressed her cold metal barbaric tool to my upper arm and pumped…
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Da Punk could feel the hammer building inside, but he still tried his best to remain calm. He stood in one of the security checkpoint lines at the airport waiting what seemed like forever, with his shoes and belt in…
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Little Donald liked to play Geppetto the puppet with a little sock toy his mommy had given him before he could remember when. Geppetto had never been inside the fell Hall of the Ancients before, but it was not for…
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Shirts were something Beltane, in all of his existences, in all of his lifetimes, always struggled to get into. He hated them. He hated any kind of them. They had to be facing in the right direction to get them…
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