Moments fleet away,
Like leaves blown by the autumn wind,
Time's ephemeral.
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Noire Nova
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Killing him slowly
Thereβs an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. Heβs bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He canβt resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. Itβs what we both need.
By N J Delmas7 days ago in Horror
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