The making 3

My ass was still on fire but there was this strange feeling that something was missing, I actually wanted that plug back in my ass. Before I could even get comfortable with the idea that[…]

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Vanish

Vanish One – Taken I had a hard time listening to what our tour guide was rambling on about as I blended into the back of our large, huddled mass. The only reason I agreed[…]

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Uses of a teacher

It is a curse of all young teachers, thought Sandra, that they have to do all the shitty work the older hags wouldn’t do. It wasn’t as if she was being paid for doing extra[…]

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Innocent alice

The polished dancefloors reflected the images of the thrashing teens, a mess of organized flailing limbs and phermones. The overpowering aroma of aftershave, perfume, sweat and alcohol hung thick in the air. Brightly coloured neon[…]

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