Attentive Lover

**Attentive Lover** After a few moments of bouncing in Malcolm's lap, you pull your finger from his mouth. The tiger underneath you is panting and moaning. His eyes are closed and his paws are on your hips as he thrusts up into you. You move your...

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End of Time - Session 3

John watched as Daniel sat the rifle in the corner. He noticed that the wolf kept the revolver in its holster as he placed it away from the bed in the opposite corner. On a chest of drawers was candle nearly burnt down to the bottom. It cast enough...

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End of Time - Session 2

Jonathan and Daniel huddled in the finished basement in the arms of Jonathan's mother as a small battery powered radio broadcasted static. Occasionally, the emergency broadcast tone would crackle through the speakers but the distortion was too bad to...

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End of Time - Session 1

The rooflines blurred against the fading sunlight through the eight power scope. The small crack in the far lens distorting the image at the top. It was a very small town, probably less than one hundred people when it was still vibrant and alive....

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My Inspiration

All right, here's the deal. I wrote this piece as an exercise in descriptive writing, and to distract myself from 'Towards Antipathy' which is turning into an epic. The "I gave you my purity ..." quote is from a Nine Inch Nails song, Sin ... so don't...

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Fragment's of Life's Heart - Transitions

**_Love is acceptance. Acceptance of others, acceptance of self. Without acceptance, love is an inhibitor._** **Fragments of Life's Heart - Transitions** **by Mog Moogle** Freya dragged the heavy antique steamer trunk from her closet. It slid...

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So, I Came on your Feet ...

**So, I Came on your Feet ...** **by Mog Moogle** It probably started a long time ago before I ever even realized it started. Those funny little things that happen in your childhood and during puberty. Things that shape who and what you will be...

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Rekindling the Flames

**Rekindling the Flames** **by Mog Moogle** Paul set the draft beer glass with the small layer of froth in the bottom off to the side. He looked up at the door, sighed to himself and pulled his cell phone out of his leather jacket inside pocket....

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