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StoryBarely Blue Silver Spun Sand2012 years 8 months ago
StoryHey...You! (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1612 years 9 months ago
StoryBRIDE OF PINOCCHIO moonphish712 years 9 months ago
StoryProperty Dark Fox213 years 2 months ago
StoryI Want Dark Fox213 years 2 months ago
Story'Percussion, Salt and Honey' Silver Spun Sand1713 years 3 months ago
StoryCome Springtime Silver Spun Sand1013 years 4 months ago
StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2213 years 7 months ago
StorySalut D'Amour Silver Spun Sand1413 years 8 months ago
StoryMood Indigo... Silver Spun Sand1913 years 8 months ago
StoryBed Six is Betty Brown Silver Spun Sand813 years 9 months ago
StoryJust Another Victim Dark Fox413 years 9 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2313 years 9 months ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2614 years 1 month ago
StoryWith Her Without Her Silver Spun Sand1514 years 1 month ago
StoryMagpie Misery Mummy Penguin1314 years 2 months ago
StoryStick to the routine Mummy Penguin714 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Star Within Me Dark Fox514 years 2 months ago
StoryIn Reverie... Silver Spun Sand1614 years 2 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2214 years 3 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2214 years 3 months ago
StoryFeathers in the night Mattbetts8414 years 3 months ago
StoryHer Rucksack Silver Spun Sand3214 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Heavenly Love Dark Fox214 years 3 months ago
StoryAnother Day... Silver Spun Sand2814 years 3 months ago

My stories

Property

A story of love and morals. Both are important but people once had to choose.

Love In The Stars

Sitting out under the night sky with the stars above me brings my soul peace, giving me the tranquillity that allows me to think. The phases of the moon mirrors my heart's reflections.

A Muse Part 2

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.

Just Another Victim

A man haunted by his job.

A Muse Part 1

The gentle breeze swayed the tops of the flowers. The petals glowing in the afternoon sunshine. My lovers' eyes twinkled as he carried on doing the thing he loved most in the world.

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