2017-08-28 at 9:32 PM UTC
It was her 7th birthday. Mommy was at her job and it was just Gretchen and daddy. He came into her room and asked her if she wanted to play in mommy and daddy's bed.
She was so excited.
They went to the big bed and daddy said he had a fun game for them. He said it's called The Touching Game.
They took their clothes off and learned about their bodies. He let Gretchen put her mouth on his body branch and told her how happy it made him.
He made funny sounds and she couldn't stop giggling. After a while he told her that his body branch would have a secret surprise and if she caught it all up in her mouth she would win.
She opened wide and funny white squiggles came out of daddy. Gretchen caught most of them in her mouth, but some went up her nose and she started to cough, which tickled, and the two laughed.
They never told mommy their secret and played the game every single day.
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2017-08-28 at 9:35 PM UTC
^ it's more common than discovered. that's the sad thing about reality.
2017-08-28 at 9:36 PM UTC
I was going to write a short sad story about a friend I saw last night on your search thingy.
maybe later.. it bummed me out a bit, reflecting back.
2017-08-28 at 11:07 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Originally posted by Totse 2001
I speak as it comes to me. And you know exactly what I am saying. enhancement all you want.
What kina drug you on?
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2017-08-28 at 11:40 PM UTC
mashlehash
victim of incest
[my perspicuously dependant flavourlessness]
Bill Krozby's dad used to make him wear make up and dress like a female when he was young. And afterwards, he would beat him in a sick psychological game. He told me this.
That's why (obviously) he takes it out on other women.
2017-08-29 at 12:39 AM UTC
I have finally come to terms I died around Halloween last year with my worst enemy and love of my life in a tragic car accident in full size pick up in Manchester, OH. It really explains why my life makes no fucking sense and everyone seems strange and sometimes outright not themselves as if replicas have replaced them. Nothing makes sense and yet I already inexplicably know answers to things that happen that I couldn't possibly know. I AM A GHOST!
2017-08-29 at 12:52 AM UTC
mashlehash
victim of incest
[my perspicuously dependant flavourlessness]
Originally posted by RestStop
I have finally come to terms I died around Halloween last year with my worst enemy and love of my life in a tragic car accident in full size pick up in Manchester, OH. It really explains why my life makes no fucking sense and everyone seems strange and sometimes outright not themselves as if replicas have replaced them. Nothing makes sense and yet I already inexplicably know answers to things that happen that I couldn't possibly know. I AM A GHOST!
Take drugs and write thug rap bout ur boo
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2017-08-29 at 1:29 AM UTC
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coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
The purpose of high heels is to raise the ass higher.
