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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Evolution

Click… Click… Click… Damn clock. I realized I was awake by that sound seemingly getting louder with every second. I seemed to be in a heavy fog, everything was grey, my movements sluggish. This isn’t[…]

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Undies

Trent shivered a little as he pulled the razor over his chest while removing the last vestige of hair on his smooth tanned nineteen year old body! Stepping back under the shower, he rinsed away[…]

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You only love once

You Only Love Once NOTE: This story was written during Hurricane Sandy, so punctuation, grammar, and spelling may lack. I haven’t had Internet or cable in 8 days! Comments and insights wanted, however, don’t be[…]

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Strangers & semen part 2

(This story is for entertainment purposes. Lana Lawrence doesn't condone illegal acts. Real life sexual encounters should be between consenting, kinky adults and thick nubbly vibrators. Don't forget to vote when you finish reading and[…]

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The blade

It's about 1am. I feel sick with excitement and nerves. I can't quite believe what I'm doing. Part of me wants to cancel. Unable to reconcile what I'm about to do with the fact that[…]

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Tracey and the bbc

This was not how Bill had envisioned his weekend. As he approached the house, he thought of how he had just recently blacked out Ashley and had been looking forward to a weekend full of[…]

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