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Did those blooms know there wasn’t a heaven for them? They’d wither away and die like the rest of us.

I hated that it had come to that. I hated that it was being played out like this at all.
Sometimes, you had no choice. Sometimes, you had to do what you had to do. That’s just the way it was.

I knew Johnny running was to get that energy out, that aggression, the nervous rage he had inside. I knew it was all part of trauma, people working through things in their own way.

I shut that fear down as I kissed her. I swallowed anything else she had to say, my hold on her neck bruising as my passion and frustration rose. My mouth was punishing as I claimed her.

Then again, most people had no idea about the monsters that lurked in the dark. Their lives were too privileged, too cushioned to face the demons that were hiding in plain sight.

I knew from experience that dealing with people was a fucking headache of epic proportions. I could only imagine that grew exponentially worse when you dealt with people in the food industry.

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🔹🕊🔹 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🔹🕊🔹

Hope this one is good!
I’ll be the one on the right.

“What’s with the balloon?” Mr. Bliss asked.
“It’s a letter,” I said.

“A girl changes when she wears makeup,” he said. “The way she sees the world and the way the world sees her.”

“I have somethin’ for ya, Fraya,” I said, opening my hand and revealing the guardian lying there.
“She’ll protect you.”
I didn’t know I was crying until Fraya asked me why I was.
“Because I love you, Fraya.” I wiped my tears.

“Constipated means she can’t shit, right?” I asked him as we walked back to the house.
“Yep.” He smiled.
“Is the bark gonna make her shit?” I asked.
His laugh was loud. “Yes,” he said, “it’ll make her shit.”

“It’s not fair,” I said as he used the blackened tip of the match to draw on my cheek. “Halloween is the chance to be someone else, but I’m still me.”

“We’re movin’ in.”
Her pearl earrings shook as she grabbed the man’s forearm.
“A colored family?” She gasped. “When a colored moved into Mother’s neighborhood, she said even the water started to taste different.”

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🔹⛰ 🔹 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔹 ⛰ 🔹

Let’s go back in time!
I’ll be the one on the left.

And that’s all I ever want to be.

While I work him up, hoping to take it a lot further this time, I take his mouth with my own. Unlike our first kiss, Wren doesn’t hesitate to twist and tangle his tongue with mine.

“Fuck you.”
The words are grit out from between clenched teeth. “No thank you, I’m not into bestiality. Now be a good boy and go potty.”

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🐶🎪🐶 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🐶🎪🐶

We’re furries in honor of Wren the doggy boy 😆
I’ll be the red one.

“Mia musa.”

I frantically wave my hand at the bright yellow cylindrical cages that are whisked around a vestibule and up the side of the mountain, two people standing in it per cage. There’s no room to sit down, there’s no seat. It’s just people standing in open metal tubes, dangling from a continuous overhead wire.
“That is the gondola,” he says.

His grip gets tighter and this time he sucks me harder, causing me to moan. Loud. My hands go to his hair, holding him tight.

“Sorry, sorry,” I tell him.
“Don’t be,” he says. “I like it when you pull my hair.”
Oh lord.
And now I’m suddenly very conscious that his head is between my thighs. Backwards from the way I’ve dreamed about, but still. He better do nothing to turn me on.

He calls it his “frustrated artist” beard, so I guess I won’t see him clean-shaven until he’s broken through.

He looks good with the beard. More rugged, slightly wild. Sometimes I imagine what his face would feel like on my skin, the roughness tickling between my legs.

He’s got the most expressive lips, conveying so much emotion with the smallest movement. Don’t mind me. I could wax poetic about those lips all day.

I don’t want to believe what I’m reading right now, but the words are there, stark black on the white page.

The doctor was a lunatic and one fucked up individual. He not only ruined her chances at normality, but he also significantly traumatized her. I just pray she was unconscious during the procedure.

The extremes that Dr. Waugh went to when he fitted his twisted creations to my small frame made it impossible. I’ve had to learn to live with what I’ve been given, but I’ll never learn to love my wings.

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🧚‍♀️🎠🧚‍♀️. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🧚‍♀️🎠🧚‍♀️

Let’s see what the little cutie is up to.
We’re little fairies too 😆. I’ll be the purple fairy.

“What?” I ask, confusion flooding me at his reaction. “What is it?”

“Are you keeping it in the family, Em? Already fucked the two brothers, so you wanted to see if Daddy’s cock is just as big?”