A time before ours.
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Poem #3
Standing, hearing all the dribble coming from everywhere, out of the mouths of lambs, baby seals eager to be clubbed, sometimes, i wish i could cut away everything, bring to light, the darkness of this world.
A Chance Encounter
Xander groaned as he felt the lamb's tongue dig deep down, his tight pucker stretched out by the invading pressed of her wet muscle.
Sheep 3
Nervously, sera lifted her head and copied her, slipping her tongue into the lamb's loose confines, lapping up the bitter liquid as she felt a strange pressure growing in her stomach.
[citation needed] - Thursday Prompt Story [#8, 23/2/23]
"yeah, well," kayde caught the lamb's attention again, sighing in frustration. "unfortunately, he really didn't like it.
Found (Ch. 2)
Dawn said, smiling as she removed her glasses to wipe at her eyes before continuing, "tomorrow... we're bringing our little lambs home. tomorrow... w-we officially become a mommy and daddy."
The Laws of Attraction
Gabi cried out as she kept the sheep working with the pressure of her legs, pretty much riding the lamb's muzzle.
Carousel
The smell of the lamb's urine was still lingering in the air. the pony man floated and sniffed again. he continued to sniff while floating slowly. finally, he located the lamb's house - it was not far from the amusement park.
sheep 4
Sera froze at the thought of being separated from mary, she could feel the lamb's tiny hand clutching tighter against her palm. "fifty thousand for both!"
The Sheepdog's Job
The lamb's eyes were wide open, staring up at the one who face fucked him so furiously. jake peeled the tiny face off his crotch slowly.
The Winter
I'll admit, at the time, it was hard to imagine a world that was more complete or more wonderful than the one I was living in. There was some great profundity in the way we would wake up every morning, and I would tell her how I admired the sunlight...
The Furnace
Is it too much to ask for patience? Tolerance? Is it enough that my dreams are filled with dark places and little doubts about myself because society considers me a _bad person_? Or that I'm living with a compulsion to do what society calls _bad...