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Who Am I
I am the sea of glass That passes up and down the shore With a serene calm, or a fury That is here now, and was before High overhead I am the light With a deepest blue, like never seen So open your eyes once again And gray sullen clouds come in between The torrent of waves lift up in rage Only to fall again on shores of sand The complete beauty of this creation Is the maker of “Who I Am” As sun sets at the dark of dawn The hues of color take their place That same sun comes up in the Morn I give who I am, my all, to the human race You can glide as birds with heavenly grace As my own, it’s yours to use Or rage and bicker with contempt I give, Now it’s for you to choose So ponder and see the rage and fury in what I made Or the gentle softness of a little lamb. I ask quietly, precious child of mine, Again Who Am I? “I Am” Vicky Bartlett (Hayes) January 31, 1999
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Always Use Protection (Giantess Vore)
You and your wife, Amy, were always seen as perfect together. You two shared similar views on almost any topic, understood each other, and were very passionate toward one another. You had different hobbies, but you took interest in each other's lives. People always enjoyed your company, since you would usually make them happier. You two had that sort of effect on people. Neither of you wanted kids, but you loved sex very much. In fact, you both had the same kink. Both of you loved the concept of vore. You were usually the prey, and she would be the predator. You two would sometimes switch up the roles though. It was the concept of not only being swallowed alive, but also churned and digested in the stomach of a powerful being. The concept of dominance played a huge role in your fantasies. Because of your desire, you were quick to answer an ad online for people who would be willing to "feed" themselves to a giantess. You showed your wife, and she agreed that she wanted to do it too.
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Elevator natural air freshner
DISCLAIMER: This story contains soft "male to female" farting fetish content. Enjoy! I couldn't believe the situation I was in: the girl of my dreams was in an elevator with me while I desperately needed a toilet. I knew that morning ice cream was a dumb idea since I'm lactose intolerant. But, hey, I usually don't mind getting a bit gassy and taking a dump later, who would've guessed I'd end up stuck in an elevator with my crush! And of course we're taking a long ride down with way too many floors and my guts are about to explode. I'm not one of those guys who fart in front of their male friends and hold back around cute girls... I hold back with everybody! I'm just shy like that. But I didn't want to be hospitalized. Plus, if I really had to fart in front of somebody, it might as well be the girl I wish to spend my life with. Putting aside my delusions, the gas basically came through the exit on its own, creating a loud, bassy sound that echoed through the small elevator. Sky
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little cheeks
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kissing
[got a sweet tooth]
require frequent
kissing
[got a sweet tooth]