Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Transformation

The story is clearly of a nature please don't read on if your into that. Chapter 1 Jazz stood naked in the middle of her bedroom floor, the thick grey carpet feeling lush beneath her[…]

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The email trail

From: Johnno To: Macca It’s true – I fucked her! It pretty much happened the way it said in the email. She is a real slut – but she’s a tall voluptuous fuck doll. Boys,[…]

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Private after party

You stand out in the crowded room, I cannot help but glance your way time and time again, the party continues around me, happy people, drinking and yelling loudly in each other’s ears trying to[…]

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The darker side of love

My hands are streatched above my head tied to the posts with strong chain My humiliation is complete I feel so alone, until he comes in. My heart rate increases (with fear?) My body tenses[…]

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You win, elf

This is the sixth story of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end. Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I[…]

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Office encounter

“Damn it.” Kaylee looked at the figures before her for at least the 10th time silently begging them to add up. She hated numbers. They never came together right for her. It was so infuriating.[…]

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