A Story, Chapter 01Emmy looked ghastly, ghostly, and everything in between. She breathed through tubes, and she fed herself through tubes, and although she had no control over this, they were her single chance of survival.A Story, Chapter 01
Her eyelids were shut, her skin pale and sticky—she looked as if she had aged twenty years in a matter of two weeks. The car crash had left her in a coma, perhaps leaving her paralyzed for the entirety of her poor life—if she ever woke up, that is.
Mark, Emmy’s dear companion and lover, was sitting in a chair beside her. Or rather, he had his butt in the chair, but his upper body strewn across Emmy and her hospita
The BridgeDeep down in a trench, Lives a god-awful stench From the bench I smell this scent, So much I can't accept What my nose is feeling, And all but my air it is not stealing. Now, in this trench Lives this god-awful wench With all but the bridge as her ceiling. She beckoned me to her lair, And as crooked as her teeth were, She bore the most heavenly smile.The Bridge
All the while, With a wag of her finger, She cackled and said, "Come, come, deary, And see what this place holds. Over this stretch of bridge-- A short walk it is-- &nb
Feuer BlasenThe Bardic ShishkabobWith delicate fingers, white and pretty, My lady strokes her chin. She peers upon the loaded skewer And wonders where to begin?The Bardic Shishkabob
A clever girl, she starts atop And takes the juicy piece Between her lips – so luscious, So red, now glossed with grease.
Her pearly teeth, they sink right in. Her smile broadly beams. The marinade wets her tongue, I watch as in a dream.
My lovely lady parts her lips, A ripe tomato enters in. A gentle lick, a playful bite, The juice runs down her chin.
My heart’s awash in brandy,
Why, hello there
Grouchy
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Provehito in Altum
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"If I don't amuse you, perhaps you need some more to drink?"
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~Sweet Pea~
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I'm a walking contradiction.
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