Ambience ... Baby, I—got to have all your lovin' Empty nights Echo your name Sometimes—when you see me You know Things—Things—Things—Things—Things——
From above: "Out—change—now." My greased anus contractssss to a singularity as Laura slips out her finger.
The door opens, closes.
Silence; two laughters rise, link, reverberate far away in the shower.
{220}
>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/23/2004 04:28:00 PM
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Thanks,
Trish. See the sidebar at top...
Thanks also to Antiquarian
Jay, who comments that the sidebar:
really got my attention. i'd never seen one like that so i spent a good five minutes looking it all over, clicking on the stuff and trying to figure it all out.
The index, like any index, is a
palace of memory.
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LATER Well, we didn't get nominated. Oh well. Thanks to Antiquarians Trish and DTG anyhow, for nominating us.
>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/23/2004 04:14:00 PM
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Walking down the rainy streets "No, Angel not here. Come tomorrow."
"For the house." Gives {50}.
"You know."
"A handjob, then a shower, then sex."
"What?"
"Sex." Inserts right index finger into curled left fist, repeats, repeats. "{150}"
"Kill you! Kill you!" She twins her elbows, digs them deep into my neck muscles. "Kill you! You sleep—wake—can't move!"
Her cunt's at the right height; the flesh of her ass gives me good sound; on her, I strike the same note that I struck on
Annie. A little Thai girl with a confident stride and muscular thighs.
"I walk to work every day. Fifteen minutes."
"Laura."
"Why did they give you a name that is hard for you to say?"
"It is a nickname. Laura, Lina—"
Layla, Linda, Loofah—
"
Lisa!"
"That was a fantastic massage. I think your price is a bit low." Gives {20}.
"Next time, I give you long massage. You not come so quick."
But I should have called Angel's brothel before taking the Viagra.
{220}
>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/21/2004 09:36:00 AM
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