Dust Covered Girl_My Little Eyes_Cheers and Good Luck_The Wild Cats
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Dust Covered Girl
Allow me to tell you a story. A sad story, true, one that you think you know. It is short, and simple, and easy to remember, but you do not know the true tale. Nonetheless, I shall share it with you now:She’d always been a special kind of girl, that one - not that she ever noticed. She used to go through the house, humming to herself as she swept, content in her own world, never realizing that there were those who plotted against her behind closed doors.She had been born there, her father a noble, her mother a beauty. Her childhood had been one from a fairy tale, until her thirteenth birthday....
My Little Eyes
[Sensitive content: Contains scenes of death]If I told you it had all been a lie, would you believe me?“The future, she is fickle.” That's how I'll usually start with a new client. It's important for them to know she can change her mind on a whim. Also that she's a she. The “she” is important. It makes it seem like I have a real relationship with her. Then I'll remind them that in this great oneness, this vast, vibrating universe in which all the pieces are connected, no pinity owns our sovereignty. We are both creation and co-creator, and our choices can move the dial, shift the timeline, cha...
Cheers and Good Luck
Cheers and Good Luck“Cheers and Good Luck,” Mindy said, gathering the cards into a pile as she finished her client's Tarot reading. Mindy was a very experienced and, many would say, accurate Tarot reader. She’d learned the skill as a teenager, from her Aunt, before Tarot had become more mainstream. Aunt Celine had passed away when Mindy was in high school, bequeathing her box of Tarot cards and esoteric artifacts to Mindy. When she had been studying Psychology at university Mindy would bring the cards to parties and read for her friends. People were always rapt. She would do a few short readin...
The Wild Cats
CW: slaveryFrom my spot in the wings, I watched her take to the stage. She was perfection. Thick, midnight hair falling down her back in glossy coils. Her skin like caramel dusted with gold, eyes like emeralds. Suli did not glide across the creaking platform, she stalked.The short, rough-spun beige shift worn by all slaves on the block may as well have been a cwww.onedoor.ccarefully crafted gown. Who could help but admire her curvy legs, the swell of her hips and buttocks, the curve of her breasts? Some might have called her over-fed, or simply fat, but her appearance had been carefully curated for one man ...