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Rosuto has loved her best friend since the beginning of time, but she has never loved the strange, monster like body she feels she owns. Can she resis..
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As the light faded away over the
horizon a car pulled up the dirt path. It rolled to a stop and the door opened.
A slender male of 21 years..
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Amalthea
sighed and sat back, folding his arms, clothed in white arm warmers. He
frowned. How could this guy not want to have fun with him?..
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As the four
sat there in silence drinking wine another young man entered the house.
He was twenty-two and stood a head
shorter then..
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Sycorax fidgeted in his seat as the
time passed by. It grew dark, almost black outside. It had to be after nine
now.
He set his emp..
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Ten o’clock rolled around, the chimes
of a large grandfather clock heard through out the manor.
Sycorax was lying on the couch..
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Cressida
closed his eyes, but only managed to keep them closed a second. They flew open
when he heard the door slam shut.
He jumped..
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When Cressida opened his eyes he was
met by a dark empty space.
He sat up and looked around, saw no
sign of that beautiful mystery ..
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Desdemona sighed and listened as the
old grandfather clock struck eleven. Amy still had his feet propped up near
Dessy’s head, but he..
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Desdemona jumped when the room
darkened. He reached forward and grabbed Amalthea’s arm, pulled him closer and
breathed, “Amy!&r..
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