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Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
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( , Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
Suggested by PsychoChomp
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
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Dear B3ta,
I never thought your stories were true, until the other day when something amazing happened.
I am a real woman - I'm 23 with dark brown hair, and my friends tell me that I am very pretty and slim, with nice breasts. The other day when I was out shopping, I got into the elevator in Fortnum & Mason, and was going to the top floor.
The lift attendant was a boy of about my age, and he was really good-looking.
Suddenly the lift stopped between floors, and
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( , Thu 6 May 2010, 14:20, 5 replies)
I never thought your stories were true, until the other day when something amazing happened.
I am a real woman - I'm 23 with dark brown hair, and my friends tell me that I am very pretty and slim, with nice breasts. The other day when I was out shopping, I got into the elevator in Fortnum & Mason, and was going to the top floor.
The lift attendant was a boy of about my age, and he was really good-looking.
Suddenly the lift stopped between floors, and
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( , Thu 6 May 2010, 14:20, 5 replies)
can I finish it myself?
the doors opened. What should have been a blank wall was instead a swirling vortex, a maelstrom of energy uninhibited by form; hypontic patterns swirled to the surface - beautiful, beguiling - before winking out in a flash of brilliance, only to be replaced by another, and another, each more wonderful than the last. Though I made no conscious movement, my legs propelled me forward; like a sailor drawn to a siren, I was ensnared.
The first touch as my arm rose unbidden was electrifying; a earth-shattering jolt of pain and pleasure by equal part. Corruscating motes of light danced down my wrist, down my arm - and with a wrench, I was pulled bodily through the portal, into the void beyond.
Oddly enough, it led to Tescos. I bought my milk, crumpets, and went home for my tea. I heard sometime later that the lad from the lift had been rescued by firemen, which was nice, really. Took them a couple of hours, but hey, that's budget cuts for you.
The end.
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the doors opened. What should have been a blank wall was instead a swirling vortex, a maelstrom of energy uninhibited by form; hypontic patterns swirled to the surface - beautiful, beguiling - before winking out in a flash of brilliance, only to be replaced by another, and another, each more wonderful than the last. Though I made no conscious movement, my legs propelled me forward; like a sailor drawn to a siren, I was ensnared.
The first touch as my arm rose unbidden was electrifying; a earth-shattering jolt of pain and pleasure by equal part. Corruscating motes of light danced down my wrist, down my arm - and with a wrench, I was pulled bodily through the portal, into the void beyond.
Oddly enough, it led to Tescos. I bought my milk, crumpets, and went home for my tea. I heard sometime later that the lad from the lift had been rescued by firemen, which was nice, really. Took them a couple of hours, but hey, that's budget cuts for you.
The end.
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my mom got scared, and said
"You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 16:40, closed)
"You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
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