Let's Write a New Story

And now for the next installment of our story. Thank you all for contributing and please continue. Sorry for the delay in posting this but last week was a lot busier than I expected. The new content is (and will be) italicized.


In the end I once certainly wanted lots of boobs, but then they missed nutsacks. When Grandma released years. Clowns into with ice-cream cones dipped between chocolate airplanes crashing into simulation potholes. Opening up Vikings Sunstone myth folk duck’s quack! Rhythmically stroking together, slowly removing blue balls.

During the night, we hunt things that tickle lightly beneath rocks. Hidden amongst foaming pools of memories, they stay near. Voluptuous, forbidden isles of darkness awaiting. Blackened skies in bright stars which tell the future. When the ladies want some fun tonight with a troubled past. However, sometimes they tell stories, nevermind the crazy parts about hidden traps around bushes inside rotting corpses smell fruity. But surprisingly blue cheesy bread with wonderful world clues inside.
 
PhotographerGuy said:
And now for the next installment of our story. Thank you all for contributing and please continue. Sorry for the delay in posting this but last week was a lot busier than I expected. The new content is (and will be) italicized.


In the end I once certainly wanted lots of boobs, but then they missed nutsacks. When Grandma released years. Clowns into with ice-cream cones dipped between chocolate airplanes crashing into simulation potholes. Opening up Vikings Sunstone myth folk duck’s quack! Rhythmically stroking together, slowly removing blue balls.

During the night, we hunt things that tickle lightly beneath rocks. Hidden amongst foaming pools of memories, they stay near. Voluptuous, forbidden isles of darkness awaiting. Blackened skies in bright stars which tell the future. When the ladies want some fun tonight with a troubled past. However, sometimes they tell stories, nevermind the crazy parts about hidden traps around bushes inside rotting corpses smell fruity. But surprisingly blue cheesy bread with wonderful world clues inside.
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I am haunted by the line: “voluptuous, forbidden isles of darkness awaiting.” What an interesting journey so far, let’s see where this Viking duck ship leads us. :)
 
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