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Letter to the editor.Miss [omitted], I read your forwards and admittedly felt quite a lot of frustration from them. After calming down a bit last night, I decided to break our day, that 4 times a week we're alone, down for you. I hope this qualifies and highlights the necessity for an overnight shift, or at the ver least 2 people in here everyday. But first I would to make you aware of a few facts.Letter to the editor.
-Neither Margie nor I have been able to take more than 4 breaks combined during this past month just to keep as caught up as we are.
- I have been forced by the situation to take 2 lunches at or after 1 PM on a solo day to ensure the store is
by ~avatarend
Copulating InnocentsCopulating InnocentsCopulating Innocents
The calm is broken rushed whispers and rustling clothes desperate rip followed by a seeking tongue.
Deft fingers reaching behind clasp unlocked with a twist flushed from her spread lips to her cherries' tips.
Nibbling at her perfumed neck saving the cherry for that last little lick trailing kisses down to heaven.
Her feet settle down onto his shoulders hands curl back twisting into the blanket her mind centered, his tongue sparring.
Her fingers reach down threading into his thick locks pulling him b
by ~avatarend
The First Tiny DeathThe First Tiny Death I still see your eyes, feel your breath. Gentle caress of your fingers, a small hushed moan. Baring a quiet smile, wandering toes tickling me. In such a pleasant voice, desire on the tip of your tongue. Delivering to me, a cherubic request. A wonderous trip, just a little fun. But afterwards, in the moment of our glory. Realization dawned upon me, it is not a children's game. It means something, even if i am to dazed to understand. Something of value must be given, i will take something infintely more prThe First Tiny Death
by ~avatarend
Seven Ways To Find GodSeven Ways To Find God Once upon a time, there was a grim tale. The seven under god, lost their divinity. Their virtues were the salvation of man, their sins the damnation of man. Michael, the champion of god, he was never without faith, praise drove him to a prideful end. Raphael, ready to heal even the damned, he always hoped for a happy ending, in the end envious of god's healing light. Gabriel, the first to demand payment for misdeeds, the worst of the lot he gave his sustenance, he killed until he could no longer lift his blade. Uriel, blindinSeven Ways To Find God
by ~avatarend
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A Moment With YouI see you lying in the sun, curled up like a cat on a cushion. Your natural hair has never looked so alive before now. I ask myself about my passions and why they cry out for you. No excuse can I give myself, so I must accept my state of mind.A Moment With You
You open your giant eyes to me under the shade of your left hand. I know you will smile at me when you tell me I'm "pretty". You prove me right in typical tone and I return your smile with thanks. But I wish I could do more to show my affection for your every word.
by ~lalas-calligraphy
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- Current Residence: ford city, pennsylvania
- Interests: people, bdsm, reality, ideology, life, poetry, art, games, books, comics, anime, movies, music
- Favourite movie: Thank You For Smoking
- Favourite band or musician: VAST
- Favourite genre of music: I have no favorite
- Favourite game: Xenogears
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Arashi Kishuu
- Personal Quote: I wish dead angels spoke to me.
- Tools of the Trade: brain, hands, genitals
- Email: bspell@hotmail.com
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