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It happens fast. That angry high-pitched whirring, like an air conditioner falling from a window or an overstuffed washing machine. A shrieking thrum. Then the weight hits like a slap on my back. Silence.
Red goes black. There aren’t any colors anymore.

He bellowed and roared in triumph. And when the moment roiled over me, I swooned.

She traced the outline of the drawing with a fingertip, as she stroked between her labial lips with another. She trembled with anticipation.

This terrible thing cannot happen. Must not happen. I fall pitching forward and at last loosen a scream from my parched throat.

It’s a heady cocktail. Noah laps, swallows, drinks.

She’s told him of her own Confession; it had been similarly drastic. After hearing it, her elderly Priest had asked to be moved into an Enclosed Order; he’d heard the taint of depravity many times, but never such as this.

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Giddy up! I’m so intrigued by this one 😆
I’ll be the brunette.

“Never a dull moment,”

Before he knew it, his hand was grasping the door handle. He pulled open the door on the empty hallway beyond.

This is no dream. This is no dream.

“Take one last look at your demons,” he said, placing the needle tip against Crosby’s tear duct. “And tell them goodbye.” He pushed the needle through.

Death was darkness. Death was decomposition. If we live on, it’s in the stomachs of earthworms or the weeds that arise from our rotten corpse.

What if this whole time, he thought for the thousandth time, we’ve been working to fix people who aren’t broken? And if that’s so, then what have I done? What am I doing? What am I to do?

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I'm curious how disturbed the people might be in this one 😛
I'll be the blondie.

“They need me,” I say.

She shakes her head, solemn. “They listen.” Her arms tighten about the doll. “They listen and then they punish.”

Such fine house cheaply won, an ideal location for Papa’s experiments; so much opportunity to study the glories if the coast.
She should be grateful.
She was trying to be grateful.

But the fact she was carrying gown from Lady Rose’s room to her own could mean only one thing.
My mistress had given it as a gift.
I was not special at all.

“I kept it stocked,” she informs me proudly. “Visited the apothecary myself so we’d have enough to last us through winter”

“There’s my baby boy. Are you ready?”

“What is this punishment for, Kevin?”
Kevin had to take a deep breath to clear his head. “For snooping where you told me not to, Daddy.”

“Turn around. If you’re so eager, let’s see how good you are at taking my cock on the other end.”

“You’re not wearing jeans until tomorrow. Go on, Daddy wants to see the stockings on those slender legs.”

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The Twinsies are reading about twinkies? lol!
I'll be the blondie

“Have I ever told you that your swearing turns me on?”

He puts his arms around me and hugs me and I hug him right back. This feels right. Not in the sense that I belong with him, but that I belong to this moment. Life is happening for me. We’re both being set free.

“You put our relationship, whatever the fuck this is, you put it on hold. You either want to be with me or you don’t Thalia. Make up your fucking mind.”

I raise my head and look down, watching him fuck me. The sight of him moving in and out of me, his thick shaft shiny with my desire, the sound graphic, it’s like watching a porn coming to life.

He’s eager to learn, I’ll give him that much. He responds in an instant and I pull his face further between my thighs until there’s nowhere else to go, until I’m possibly drowning him.

My shins slide along the grass and I can’t take my eyes off the ball as their goalie makes a leap for it. The ball just squeezes past him and tucks into the back of the net.
“Gooooooaaaaaaaaaal!”