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Powder skies
Sugar mills,
clouds of sherbet
Glazed over, eye's of loss
Skipping in time, missing in you
Hidden in a vision, second sight
Behind a vale of lace
The brides of Christ, angel with tinsel wings
Can you keep a secret, a silent prayer
Wishing wells in the rain
Climbing rainbows of tears
The wildest wish to fly
Voices in the head
God aren't in heaven, deliver me a soul to keep
Sugar mills,
clouds of sherbet
Glazed over, eye's of loss
Skipping in time, missing in you
Hidden in a vision, second sight
Behind a vale of lace
The brides of Christ, angel with tinsel wings
Can you keep a secret, a silent prayer
Wishing wells in the rain
Climbing rainbows of tears
The wildest wish to fly
Voices in the head
God aren't in heaven, deliver me a soul to keep
Literature
Alluring
You Are You. You Are free To do and think Whatever you want. You make your own choices; You lead your own life; You create your own world. Eat what you want; Why stress about your health When you only live once? If you want something, Go take it. If you want to do something, Go do it. If you like where you are, Stay there. If you don't, Go somewhere else. If you don't like something, Get rid of it. If something pleases you, Keep it Until it goes rancid. If an impulse strikes you, Follow it and see where it leads you. Enjoy your freedom While you have it... You can believe in anything; No one knows everything, after all. What's the harm? If you want a thing to be real, Pretend it is and you'll believe it. Why limit yourself to a book of rules To convenience random strangers Or a bossy, huffy Authority Who thinks He knows better than The Amazing, Wonderful, Insatiable You? Believe in a god; Believe in many gods; Believe in money, power, sex, Identity, pleasure, niceness, The Almighty
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Farting For Profit
The following includes F/M, pain, and prostitution. The man sitting in the BMW was a complete mystery to me. I didn't know who or what he might be—and I found that incredibly exciting. His name was Greyson Vail, but that could just be an alias. No one on these fart fetish matching apps use their own name. He had paid for me to fart on him. It was a rather odd occupation, one as an eproctophiliac sex worker, but it wasn't unheard of. In fact, most of my clients were men like him: straight guys into farts. They were called "flatulist" by some people because they liked having women fart on them. My job involved meeting up with them at a prearranged place where we would have dinner together before going somewhere more private to make out and fool around (if you can call being pinned down against a couch while getting your face covered in ass gas fooling around). The flatulists usually wanted me to do all sorts of things related to fart fetishism; fart noises, smells, and even anal play
Literature
Greedy Goblin Girl Grows Girthy 31
Gobbo gasped with horror. “Not the food!” she tried and failed to scramble to her feet. “I need it!” “Don’t move like that!” I warned. “Steady! This spell’s hard to control as is!” How typical of my little goblin housemate to feel the loss of foods to munch mindlessly upon was the most pressing of our current concerns, and not the fact that the food was converging within her body. I wouldn’t be so upset about it – I could get more from the village once the storm was over – except it was entirely subverting the spell’s purpose! My fat was supposed to seep away into her body. It was such a simple concept, so why was it going so terribly wrong? Gobbo was really porking-up now. Her plump bottom had matched my own’s breadth and heft, protruding obscenely outwards due to her diminutive proportions. Now it was growing ridiculously huge, expanding in all directions like an overly-cushioned seat. If I scooped her into my
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This has to be my favorite one for this year. Love it.