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Walking so beastly beautiful Victorian East side she had the sixth sense hearing the Gothic music.The flower shops caught her eye the fast pace of the people going to work.What a soulful smell music sounds to her ear of Black Dahlia. Besides the faintly illuminated shapes stood out tasteless Hanging upside down bat orchids. You could smell ethnic flavors his

eyes Jalapeno red hot erotically altered her into something that she could not escape. When the Saint's come marching sinful his wife madly driving Miss adultery played through her mind. How his eyes playing and observing like a womanizer and his blood shot eyes flew vampire haunting blood the moon. But Samatha the harp tree lady stringing something togeth...

On the sexual Nile, he loses control women have a soft spot for luxurious hot oils.
What sex benefits like a Literotica riding Camel's back gently stimulating climax.
Her taste for almonds good nutritional what a messaging relaxing vacation.
Traveling to another exotic Island babes of Brazil wearing their low cut bikinis.
Hot men, with their sex skilled

hands Brazilian body rub Teadora she hot explorer or facials for your hair, "Go Hollywood" Shuemera she felt like a Dora soft hands so much more to explore.
Women with Rita Hayworth sexy red hair like Genie in a bottle more men to stimulate like my country farm cattle.Those popular hair treatment going first class sipping my bottle of Sex on the beach bubbl...

1.She's the Subrosa Bird worshipper
2. Tea Touch her "Teacup" 1/2 Tears.
Her power not to push her moving away from all the fears.
How many years to have so many secrets.Did the cat get your tongue?
The darkness of love how steep every time she takes a cat nap curiosity she stretches in her sleep she talks.
He watches her in her sleep All women stalk.So

much to talk about why such silence.The sounds got more intense.
This was a secret competition it is au fond to be grateful the actual secret coming out that’s you don’t bottle yourself up.
Getting yourself all worked up getting caps on your teeth.
Remember you have the potential you are the victory it’s in your hand but your eyes are your doorway ...

Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.

But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...

How the silence greeted her revelation he had this clock-wise reaction and Charlotte curved her position like a pendulum going back and forth. It was all she could say she looked up at him dancing with the golden flames piercing her eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of the time that elapsed like the war of the flow of clocks world. She hopes so strongly she

didn’t jump into his frying pan of words like trying to read the top of the hour newspaper trying to tell the time it’s like a second-hand clock. But first, most importantly we cannot turn the clock back to undo the harm it caused. But we certainly have the power to go with the flow to make things better instant solutions have a way of coming unstuck. T...

Harvey bent slowly and stared at the red button. His ears were registering the buzz of the still alive engine located under the floor.

One push of the red button and the engine would unleash its conserved power and shoot Harvey and the capsule up in the lovely blue and inviting sunny skies.
Harvey touched the button gently with his forefinger which the

twenty years of ocean climate had turned into a skin-clad sickle.

The finger tip was slightly red. The result of the regular push-not-push exercise he had been enjoying for quite some time, including now. Harvey did not press the button. He did not break his routine.

Instead, he just giggled, trying to keep it down. Who would care really? There wasn�...

A father once said, the bleeding of blue like blood in the heavens, dying to a darkened sapphire before circling the celestial drain and closing down into charcoal black is a miracle that transpires overhead every single night.
That specific spectacle never failed to amaze a young man, and never ceased to inspire him. It was a simple simplification in the

sense that whatever great power, if there was one, out there in the vast and immense foreverblue, took it upon itself to pull the sun down beyond the horizon and cast the light of day to the far side of the world. This momentous metamorphosis of everything that we can see happens twice daily, once forwards and once backwards, and that in itself is enough to ...

"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is

coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."

Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...

Xavier's last memory was him by the beach.

He lived near the sea, but never felt the need to visit it until today. It was an aching need that pulled him to the seaside. The sun was beautiful, droplets of light falling on the deep aqua waves. The wintry wind was soft, gently bringing to him the fresh and salty scent.

He distinctly remembered the

feeling of the grains of sand that had made their way into his shoes, more and more getting through his socks and in between his toes as he walked. The little pricks didn't hurt -- they were just annoying enough that he couldn't ignore it.

And then he turned and was walking into the sea. The water moistened the sand and he made wet squelching sounds with every ...

A fantasy begins with a legend.

This particular legend says that people from all tribes lived in harmony with each other and with the energy in the air. The energy glowed like liquid gold and one could see flashes of it like rainbows after rain. Everyone was able to take control of it, but there was only peace. No one looked down on one another for

different levels of power and no one took advantage of their skill.
All was well.

But then a man began using the energy to do harm. He relished in the newfound power that he could acquire with the energy. And these dark thoughts quickly spread like a virus through the peoples of Aislandia. The continent was overtaken by chaos, the ancient civilization fallin...

here was once a man, whose wife was dead, and a woman, whose husband was dead; and the man had a daughter, and so had the woman. The girls were acquainted with each other, and used to play together sometimes in the woman's house. So the woman said to the man's daughter,

"Listen to me, tell your father that I will marry him, and then you shall have milk to

wash in every morning and wine to drink, and my daughter shall have water to wash in and water to drink."

The girl went home and told her father what the woman had said. The man said,

"What shall I do! Marriage is a joy, and also a torment."

At last, as he could come to no conclusion, he took off his boot, and said to his daughter,

"Take this bo...

The brother took his sister's hand and said to her,

"Since our mother died we have had no good days; our stepmother beats us every day, and if we go near her she kicks us away; we have nothing to eat but hard crusts of bread left over; the dog under the table fares better; he gets a good piece every now and then. If our mother only knew, how she would

pity us! Come, let us go together out into the wide world!"

So they went, and journeyed the whole day through fields and meadows and stony places, and if it rained the sister said,

"The skies and we are weeping together."

In the evening they came to a great wood, and they were so weary with hunger and their long journey, that they climbed up into a hig...

The cock said to the hen,

"It is nutting time, let us go together to the mountains and have a good feast for once, before the squirrels come and carry all away."

"Yes," answered the hen, "come along; we will have a jolly time together."

Then they set off together to the mountains, and as it was a fine day they stayed there till the evening. Now

whether it was that they had eaten so much, or because of their pride and haughtiness, I do not know, but they would not go home on foot; so the cock set to work to make a little carriage out of nutshells. When it was ready, the hen seated herself in it, and said to the cock,

"Now you can harness yourself to it."

"That's all very fine," said the cock, "I w...

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen very peacefully together; they had twelve children, all boys. Now the King said to the Queen one day,

"If our thirteenth child should be a girl the twelve boys shall die, so that her riches may be the greater, and the kingdom fall to her alone."

Then he caused twelve coffins to be made; and they were filled

with shavings, and a little pillow laid in each, and they were brought and put in a locked-up room; and the King gave the key to the Queen, and told her to say nothing about it to any one.

But the mother sat the whole day sorrowing, so that her youngest son, who never left her, and to whom she had given the Bible name Benjamin, said to her,

"Dear moth...

Once on a time the cock and the hen went to the nut mountain, and they agreed beforehand that whichever of them should find a nut was to divide it with the other. Now the hen found a great big nut, but said nothing about it, and was going to eat it all alone, but the kernel was such a fat one that she could not swallow it down, and it stuck in her throat, so

that she was afraid she should choke.

"Cock!" cried she, "run as fast as you can and fetch me some water, or I shall choke!"

So the cock ran as fast as he could to the brook, and said, "Brook, give me some water, the hen is up yonder choking with a big nut stuck in her throat." But the brook answered, "First run to the bride and ask her for some red s...

There was once a cook called Grethel, who wore shoes with red heels, and when she went out in them she gave herself great airs, and thought herself very fine indeed. When she came home again, she would take a drink of wine to refresh herself, and as that gave her an appetite, she would take some of the best of whatever she was cooking, until she had had

enough;—"for," said she, "a cook must know how things taste."

Now it happened that one day her master said to her,—

"Grethel, I expect a guest this evening; you must make ready a pair of fowls."

"Certainly, sir, I will," answered Grethel. So she killed the fowls, cleaned them, and plucked them, and put them on the spit, and then, as evening drew nea...