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*_Zyzz_ (01)
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Crescent Rose
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Beautiful. That was it, beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful, she knew it too, but, she didn't use it to her advantage. Her name was Amber, no last name, just, Amber. She stood there, right in front of him, wearing A white dress that hung down to the floor, it was sleek, and it made the curves of her body irresistible. She had a slim build and she was tall, maybe a little shorter than him. Her eyes where the colour of emeralds, they where soft, they made him feel, different, unsettled. Her eyes stood out against her deep dark brunette hair, almost black. Her skin was a glowing white, yet she wasn't pale, nor was she tanned. She was smiling at him, he loved her smile. She came closer to him and sat next to him on his bed. Her scent was potent, she smelt like faint lavender mixed with mint.
She whispered softly in his ear. "Did you miss me Jace?" her lips tickled his ear.
He turned to her, they where only millimeters apart. Her breath was hot and sticky against his lips. He couldn't say anything, he was lost in her eyes, only to find she was lost in his.
"Let me find out." she said softly, leaning in, she pressed her lips against his. At first he did nothing, but, feel her lips move, battling with his. Then, all of a sudden, he reacted. He pulled her close and kissed her back, with passion. suddenly it was all happening to fast, the kisses, the touches. It seemed like they didn't stop till dawn.
His eyes flew open, he was shirtless and was lying in bed. His muscles where relaxed, so relaxed that he couldn't move them for a while. Eventually his brain woke up some more and he managed to drag himself out of bed. He stumbled towards his mirror muttering about dreams, he began inspecting himself. He was tall, maybe 6 foot, and he had medium length blond hair that was rough, yet, it looked amazingly cropped. He had eyes that where bluer than the Agean Sea, and according to all the girls in his school, they made him look amazing. For a seventeen year old he was incredibly built, his muscles where strong and easily visible. Girls at school dreamed of being with him, he knew what kind of effect he had, yet, like Amber, he didn't use his looks to his advantage. He realized he smelt faintly of lavender and mint he felt his lips. They where raw, smirking to himself he headed for the shower. He was in a very good mood today, after all it's not everyday that you make love to an Angel.
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What do you think? Good for the start?
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Beautiful. That was it, beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful, she knew it too, but, she didn't use it to her advantage. Her name was Amber, no last name, just, Amber. She stood there, right in front of him, wearing A white dress that hung down to the floor, it was sleek, and it made the curves of her body irresistible. She had a slim build and she was tall, maybe a little shorter than him. Her eyes where the colour of emeralds, they where soft, they made him feel, different, unsettled. Her eyes stood out against her deep dark brunette hair, almost black. Her skin was a glowing white, yet she wasn't pale, nor was she tanned. She was smiling at him, he loved her smile. She came closer to him and sat next to him on his bed. Her scent was potent, she smelt like faint lavender mixed with mint.
She whispered softly in his ear. "Did you miss me Jace?" her lips tickled his ear.
He turned to her, they where only millimeters apart. Her breath was hot and sticky against his lips. He couldn't say anything, he was lost in her eyes, only to find she was lost in his.
"Let me find out." she said softly, leaning in, she pressed her lips against his. At first he did nothing, but, feel her lips move, battling with his. Then, all of a sudden, he reacted. He pulled her close and kissed her back, with passion. suddenly it was all happening to fast, the kisses, the touches. It seemed like they didn't stop till dawn.
His eyes flew open, he was shirtless and was lying in bed. His muscles where relaxed, so relaxed that he couldn't move them for a while. Eventually his brain woke up some more and he managed to drag himself out of bed. He stumbled towards his mirror muttering about dreams, he began inspecting himself. He was tall, maybe 6 foot, and he had medium length blond hair that was rough, yet, it looked amazingly cropped. He had eyes that where bluer than the Agean Sea, and according to all the girls in his school, they made him look amazing. For a seventeen year old he was incredibly built, his muscles where strong and easily visible. Girls at school dreamed of being with him, he knew what kind of effect he had, yet, like Amber, he didn't use his looks to his advantage. He realized he smelt faintly of lavender and mint he felt his lips. They where raw, smirking to himself he headed for the shower. He was in a very good mood today, after all it's not everyday that you make love to an Angel.
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What do you think? Good for the start?
*CheekyChloe (01)
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Cough.
I've finally a use for sarcasm. And for anybody who's seen my story, My Staccato Heels are Killing Me, I think it's awkward. x3
I think I've finally got the grasp of making traumatizing drama scenes then make it disappointing by faking it using sarcasm.
Anywho, OP, STOP SPAMMING FAN FICTION please. No offense, your stories are good but everybody elses get pushed back and dayum. All I see is "(emoji)(story title)(emoji)"
And another tip, using emoji in front of a sentence doesn't really dramatize it. ^w^;
Coming from an amateur this really aint helpful huh.
I've finally a use for sarcasm. And for anybody who's seen my story, My Staccato Heels are Killing Me, I think it's awkward. x3
I think I've finally got the grasp of making traumatizing drama scenes then make it disappointing by faking it using sarcasm.
Anywho, OP, STOP SPAMMING FAN FICTION please. No offense, your stories are good but everybody elses get pushed back and dayum. All I see is "(emoji)(story title)(emoji)"
And another tip, using emoji in front of a sentence doesn't really dramatize it. ^w^;
Coming from an amateur this really aint helpful huh.
*_Zyzz_ (01)
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Haha nope not at all haha. I was just trying to see what it was like, anyway, my other story "From the Heavens" doesn't have emojis in it, I don't think lol
*CheekyChloe (01)
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Oh not you Shadow, your story part was good. I meant the OP, original poster. ^w^
*CheekyChloe (01)
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But... Should've put appropriate content. o.o
My eyes just lost their virginity for the seventh gosh damned time. ;n;
My eyes just lost their virginity for the seventh gosh damned time. ;n;
*Akimoto_Komachi (01)
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Me too ^ xD
--here is my try of it--
Crescent Rose
Unlike most of my dreams this one seemed real. Actually I couldn't make myself believe it wasn't.
As I lay in my bed, nose in a book; like usual, my room only being lit from one candle on my night stand, a breeze makes me look up to see a girl standing in front of me.
She was all in white, her whole body covered in a snow white robe, her hood coming down a bit over her face.
A feeling passed through me as I watched her. Warmth crushed into me as she now began to almost hover over me.
I gulped as she reached her hand out to me.
Somehow by this gesture, I knew that what ever I chose would be changing everything, my future, my life, all of it.
But without hesitation I took her hands, as soft as feathers.
Her hood lifted now, revealing two big bright blue eyes that appeared to be brighter then a thousand stars.
But that's when I woke up, launching myself upright.
I was sweating, and my breathing had been fast.
What a dream..
--This is what I was thinking, do you want to mix both of ours together? Or what do you think?--
Crescent Rose
Unlike most of my dreams this one seemed real. Actually I couldn't make myself believe it wasn't.
As I lay in my bed, nose in a book; like usual, my room only being lit from one candle on my night stand, a breeze makes me look up to see a girl standing in front of me.
She was all in white, her whole body covered in a snow white robe, her hood coming down a bit over her face.
A feeling passed through me as I watched her. Warmth crushed into me as she now began to almost hover over me.
I gulped as she reached her hand out to me.
Somehow by this gesture, I knew that what ever I chose would be changing everything, my future, my life, all of it.
But without hesitation I took her hands, as soft as feathers.
Her hood lifted now, revealing two big bright blue eyes that appeared to be brighter then a thousand stars.
But that's when I woke up, launching myself upright.
I was sweating, and my breathing had been fast.
What a dream..
--This is what I was thinking, do you want to mix both of ours together? Or what do you think?--
*bullets_betrayal (01)
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Wow, a forum where I can share my own experiences as an amateur writer 
all posts are really good and soon, I'll share my own stuff for a bit of feedback since I'm not so keen on showing people I know the stuff I've done :3
all posts are really good and soon, I'll share my own stuff for a bit of feedback since I'm not so keen on showing people I know the stuff I've done :3F_FoR_FiRe
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"Where am I? What's happening to me!?" The nineteen year old boy screamed, clutching his chest. His heart was racing, beating faster than any normal human heart should be. He couldn't breathe, not all of the air in the world could save him it seemed. His vision went blurry, and he fell to the ground in agony.
The dead gray forest he was in began to melt away, the last thing he saw before fading was the full moon, larger than ever before. As the world went black, he heard a voice whisper in his ear. A little girl's voice, whispering... "You are the one... You are the one, William Jacob Soar... You are the one..."
"Wah!?" Will sat up straight in his bed, clutching his heart. He could've sworn he had died right there, from some odd and random heart attack. His heart was beating normally now, besides his panicking. He closed his brown eyes and lied back down in the bed. "Just a dream..."
But unknown to Will, it would all be reality soon.
Will got out of bed and went into the kitchen of his small apartment. He opened the fridge to find that he was out of milk. "Crap..." He muttered to himself and pulled out the orange juice instead, along with some leftover pancakes from breakfast the previous day.
Sitting down at his small table, -everything in his apartment was cheap and small- he looked at his watch. It was nine forty-seven in the morning. Will had 'til one in the afternoon before his shift at the local Barnes and Noble, so he had plenty of time to do as he pleased until then.
He stuck a forkful of cold pancake into his mouth. Disgustingly good. Of course they'd taste much better if he had taken the time to actually buy that microwave he had been saving up for. But instead, he had bought a dog, which turned out to be quite worth the money. His dog, a black Labrador Retriever by the name of Smoke, had just recently scared off a robber (although Will wasn't sure what was worth a dime in his small, cheap apartment).
Smoke, who was 2 years old and fully grown, -a mammoth in size, came over to Will. He licked his face as if to say "Good morning!" and took a pancake, swallowing it whole.
The dead gray forest he was in began to melt away, the last thing he saw before fading was the full moon, larger than ever before. As the world went black, he heard a voice whisper in his ear. A little girl's voice, whispering... "You are the one... You are the one, William Jacob Soar... You are the one..."
"Wah!?" Will sat up straight in his bed, clutching his heart. He could've sworn he had died right there, from some odd and random heart attack. His heart was beating normally now, besides his panicking. He closed his brown eyes and lied back down in the bed. "Just a dream..."
But unknown to Will, it would all be reality soon.
Will got out of bed and went into the kitchen of his small apartment. He opened the fridge to find that he was out of milk. "Crap..." He muttered to himself and pulled out the orange juice instead, along with some leftover pancakes from breakfast the previous day.
Sitting down at his small table, -everything in his apartment was cheap and small- he looked at his watch. It was nine forty-seven in the morning. Will had 'til one in the afternoon before his shift at the local Barnes and Noble, so he had plenty of time to do as he pleased until then.
He stuck a forkful of cold pancake into his mouth. Disgustingly good. Of course they'd taste much better if he had taken the time to actually buy that microwave he had been saving up for. But instead, he had bought a dog, which turned out to be quite worth the money. His dog, a black Labrador Retriever by the name of Smoke, had just recently scared off a robber (although Will wasn't sure what was worth a dime in his small, cheap apartment).
Smoke, who was 2 years old and fully grown, -a mammoth in size, came over to Will. He licked his face as if to say "Good morning!" and took a pancake, swallowing it whole.
*SatanicRainbowVampireUnicorn (01)
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Wow that a big dog
*Simply_Fox (01)
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To post my poems and such or not.... I know! I'll post what I have of Attempt love, attempt suicide....
*Simply_Fox (01)
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I stand on the back of Stephen's wheel chair. What a sight we must be, two kids, one in a motorized wheel chair covered with smiley face stickers and one in all black with a bonnet on racing down the hill. Neither of us could care less. Stephen and I are doing our Friday after school ritual.
Which is racing through McGregor Park to the subway singing Friday by Rebecca Black as loud as we can. There's the people who find us as a relief from the kids who only care about appearance.
"Wanna do something new," Stephen asks as we stroll through the underground.
I look at him sideways. Stephen never wants to do new things. "Sure!"
"Good then we need to go into NYC," he flashes his pass under the scanner. The Big Apple is the only place we aren't allowed to wander alone. Anything else in the state is fair game as long as we are home by eleven.
"Feeling adventurous," I tease, scanning my own pass as he waits patiently.
"You could put it that way," he shrugs. I feel a rush of adrenaline. We were breaking the only rule our parents gave us. To stay away from the clamoring and pick pocketing crowds in The City.
We follow the crowds in silence. That's one of the things I've always like about Stephen, if I wanna be quiet I can. We quickly find the sub to New York. It isn't hard, there's lots of men carrying brief cases in suits coming off. We know the drill, Stephen and I head to the end cart, the least crowded.
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The tram cart lurches to a creaky halt. "Now will you stop," Stephen asks a bit irritated.
"Yes...," I say with a sigh. I had been tapping on the glass as I do when we go somewhere new.
"Thanks," he says, finger combing his wavy brown hair. I nod and bend down to undo the clasps holding his wheel chair in place. Unlike the others, these unclasp smoothly. Must be used more often, I think.
"Done down there," Steve asks, looking down at me.
I blush at the awkwardness of the situation. To make matters worse, a well muscled arm reaches down to pull me up. "Need a hand," The voice rings in my ears as A.J.'s hand "talks" to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me to my feet.
"Thanks," I stutter. Stephen snickers lightly beside me as we get off the tram.
"Well I have to pick up my sister from daycare, so I'll see you later," A.J. takes off with a wink and a wave, leaving me breathless beside Stephen.
"What was that," Stephen teases.
"What are you talking about," I ask suddenly very interested in my chipped nails.
"You're funny."
"Thanks."
We banter back and forth while Stephen makes turns. Left then right the right again. We walk for close to twenty minutes before he stops. A large grey gym-like structure hovers over us. Steve stops. H
"Where are we? What is this place," I ask as a tall man on crutches narrowly avoids me on his way out.
"I told you I'm learning to walk," Stephen's eyes do the thing where they light up like a kids on Christmas morning.
"What is this place?"
"A rehab center to recover motion in your legs," a voice next to me says. I turn towards it. A tall girl with sticks for limbs smiles at me with her sea green eyes. I blush at how cute she looks in her short sun dress.
"I'm Addye I'm here with Stephen," I look at her unable to tear away.
"I know Stephen," she pauses and smiles at him. "I'm Stephen's trainer, Erin. He's told me some about you."
"H-he has," I look at him, semi thankful.
"Yes of course," Stephen seems unfazed by this young woman's beauty as we walk in. The front half of the room is a waiting area with a long, granite counter. Stephen wheels over to the old man behind the desk. "Hey Tim! I brought a guest," he gestures at me to come forward.
I stumble over my own feet on the way over. The man, Tim looks old but muscular. Like WWE muscular. I must look terrified cuz when Stephen looks at me he has this smirk I see only when he's right.
"BOO," Tim has leaned over and booed in my face. I scream loud, everyone in the lobby, including Erin, turns to look. My face goes bright red as they burst into laughter. A girl with one leg and pigtails claps.
"That was not funny," I stamp my foot on the thickly carpeted floor. It echoes around the domed room as one by one these immobile people fall silent. And I realize me, Erin, and Tim are the only ones in the room who can do what I just did.
Stephen looks at me with his gorgeous eyes, filled with not hurt but amusement at my action. I look at everyone else. They don't have amusement in their eyes, but something around resentment and jealousy. Erin comes up behind us and speaks softly, "Come on Stephen we only have an hour today." I watch Tim wave them through then beckon at me.
"You too," he rumbles. I follow quickly, leaving the people in the lobby watching me walk.
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I breathe in the sharp fall air. Full with the promise of snow and the crunching of leaves. Stephen's soft vrooming sound is the only thing I can hear as we make our way to our Saturday hangout. Hobo Steve's.
I see the brightly colored tent from a block away. "God so help me," I hear Stephen mutter next to me. I can't help it, within seconds I'm laughing. Every Saturday Steve insists on putting on a "trick show" with his pony. Yes we are friends with a homeless guy with a pony. A pony named Cerberus.
Chapter 3 part 2
"Oh hush up! You enjoy all the attention," I
tease and ruffle his hair. Stephen sighs as a tall man with ocean eyes darts
towards us.
Kai's eyes twinkle as he throws his thin
arms around me. Surprisingly, this homeless man doesn't smell bad. In fact, I
can detect the faded scent of Axe on his tattered t-shirt. Kai lets go of me.
"You've gotten so big," he jokes to both of us. I laugh at Stephen's expression
as he tries not to groan.
As much as he'd hate to admit it, this is
the highlight of his weekend. I slowly gravate towards thhe brightly patterned
tent. "Anxious to see Cerberus are we," Kai grins
cheerfully.
"As always," I smile
back.
'Horse freak," Stephen
mutters.
"Creeper," I retort as I follow Kai into his
tent. A carpet on the floor, a crate of food in the corner, and a miniture pony
passed out in the center of the colors. The usual Saturday morning. I cluck
softly and Ceb picks up his head to look at me.
"Stephen, heard you're learning to walk,"
states Kai. I plop down on the next to Ceb to listen to Kai and Stephen
talk.
"Yup! I have. It's hard," Stephen boasts.
Kai always manages to bring out the best in people.
"That's great! Are you gonna play sports
again?"
"I-i dunno. I might not ever be able to
run."
Kai falls slilent, not even he can find the
positive there. I lay my head on Ceb's plump stomach to relax. I close my eyes
and wonder what it's like to be blinf. Using your sense of smell and touch to
find your way around.
wow it's long
Which is racing through McGregor Park to the subway singing Friday by Rebecca Black as loud as we can. There's the people who find us as a relief from the kids who only care about appearance.
"Wanna do something new," Stephen asks as we stroll through the underground.
I look at him sideways. Stephen never wants to do new things. "Sure!"
"Good then we need to go into NYC," he flashes his pass under the scanner. The Big Apple is the only place we aren't allowed to wander alone. Anything else in the state is fair game as long as we are home by eleven.
"Feeling adventurous," I tease, scanning my own pass as he waits patiently.
"You could put it that way," he shrugs. I feel a rush of adrenaline. We were breaking the only rule our parents gave us. To stay away from the clamoring and pick pocketing crowds in The City.
We follow the crowds in silence. That's one of the things I've always like about Stephen, if I wanna be quiet I can. We quickly find the sub to New York. It isn't hard, there's lots of men carrying brief cases in suits coming off. We know the drill, Stephen and I head to the end cart, the least crowded.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/
The tram cart lurches to a creaky halt. "Now will you stop," Stephen asks a bit irritated.
"Yes...," I say with a sigh. I had been tapping on the glass as I do when we go somewhere new.
"Thanks," he says, finger combing his wavy brown hair. I nod and bend down to undo the clasps holding his wheel chair in place. Unlike the others, these unclasp smoothly. Must be used more often, I think.
"Done down there," Steve asks, looking down at me.
I blush at the awkwardness of the situation. To make matters worse, a well muscled arm reaches down to pull me up. "Need a hand," The voice rings in my ears as A.J.'s hand "talks" to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me to my feet.
"Thanks," I stutter. Stephen snickers lightly beside me as we get off the tram.
"Well I have to pick up my sister from daycare, so I'll see you later," A.J. takes off with a wink and a wave, leaving me breathless beside Stephen.
"What was that," Stephen teases.
"What are you talking about," I ask suddenly very interested in my chipped nails.
"You're funny."
"Thanks."
We banter back and forth while Stephen makes turns. Left then right the right again. We walk for close to twenty minutes before he stops. A large grey gym-like structure hovers over us. Steve stops. H
"Where are we? What is this place," I ask as a tall man on crutches narrowly avoids me on his way out.
"I told you I'm learning to walk," Stephen's eyes do the thing where they light up like a kids on Christmas morning.
"What is this place?"
"A rehab center to recover motion in your legs," a voice next to me says. I turn towards it. A tall girl with sticks for limbs smiles at me with her sea green eyes. I blush at how cute she looks in her short sun dress.
"I'm Addye I'm here with Stephen," I look at her unable to tear away.
"I know Stephen," she pauses and smiles at him. "I'm Stephen's trainer, Erin. He's told me some about you."
"H-he has," I look at him, semi thankful.
"Yes of course," Stephen seems unfazed by this young woman's beauty as we walk in. The front half of the room is a waiting area with a long, granite counter. Stephen wheels over to the old man behind the desk. "Hey Tim! I brought a guest," he gestures at me to come forward.
I stumble over my own feet on the way over. The man, Tim looks old but muscular. Like WWE muscular. I must look terrified cuz when Stephen looks at me he has this smirk I see only when he's right.
"BOO," Tim has leaned over and booed in my face. I scream loud, everyone in the lobby, including Erin, turns to look. My face goes bright red as they burst into laughter. A girl with one leg and pigtails claps.
"That was not funny," I stamp my foot on the thickly carpeted floor. It echoes around the domed room as one by one these immobile people fall silent. And I realize me, Erin, and Tim are the only ones in the room who can do what I just did.
Stephen looks at me with his gorgeous eyes, filled with not hurt but amusement at my action. I look at everyone else. They don't have amusement in their eyes, but something around resentment and jealousy. Erin comes up behind us and speaks softly, "Come on Stephen we only have an hour today." I watch Tim wave them through then beckon at me.
"You too," he rumbles. I follow quickly, leaving the people in the lobby watching me walk.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-end of chapter 2.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
I breathe in the sharp fall air. Full with the promise of snow and the crunching of leaves. Stephen's soft vrooming sound is the only thing I can hear as we make our way to our Saturday hangout. Hobo Steve's.
I see the brightly colored tent from a block away. "God so help me," I hear Stephen mutter next to me. I can't help it, within seconds I'm laughing. Every Saturday Steve insists on putting on a "trick show" with his pony. Yes we are friends with a homeless guy with a pony. A pony named Cerberus.
Chapter 3 part 2
"Oh hush up! You enjoy all the attention," I
tease and ruffle his hair. Stephen sighs as a tall man with ocean eyes darts
towards us.
Kai's eyes twinkle as he throws his thin
arms around me. Surprisingly, this homeless man doesn't smell bad. In fact, I
can detect the faded scent of Axe on his tattered t-shirt. Kai lets go of me.
"You've gotten so big," he jokes to both of us. I laugh at Stephen's expression
as he tries not to groan.
As much as he'd hate to admit it, this is
the highlight of his weekend. I slowly gravate towards thhe brightly patterned
tent. "Anxious to see Cerberus are we," Kai grins
cheerfully.
"As always," I smile
back.
'Horse freak," Stephen
mutters.
"Creeper," I retort as I follow Kai into his
tent. A carpet on the floor, a crate of food in the corner, and a miniture pony
passed out in the center of the colors. The usual Saturday morning. I cluck
softly and Ceb picks up his head to look at me.
"Stephen, heard you're learning to walk,"
states Kai. I plop down on the next to Ceb to listen to Kai and Stephen
talk.
"Yup! I have. It's hard," Stephen boasts.
Kai always manages to bring out the best in people.
"That's great! Are you gonna play sports
again?"
"I-i dunno. I might not ever be able to
run."
Kai falls slilent, not even he can find the
positive there. I lay my head on Ceb's plump stomach to relax. I close my eyes
and wonder what it's like to be blinf. Using your sense of smell and touch to
find your way around.
wow it's long
*_Zyzz_ (01)
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Yeah I went a bit overboard sorry and yeah we can mix the two together just tell me which parts and I'll make a new sample all rated PG of course