DawnSorenson
With a groan of wood, the catapult swung the pumpkin towards the sky. Time almost slowed for the spectators as the pumpkin took flight and soared into the sky. It arched in the deep blue of the sky, until it landed with a smack and shattered on the ground hundreds of yards away.
One day I drove to Manhatten, to get a giraffe. That giraffe was quite lovely, it was an albino giraffe. The drive took quite some time, seeing as I was driving from Oregon, but it was quite worth it. I named that Giraffe, Fred. Fred and I are now good friends... very good friends.
I guess you could say that our sex life together is taboo. From the view of an outsider, Ambrose and I seem to be the typical couple. 9 to 5 job, a house with a nice yard and a dog to match. But behind closed doors, our darker sides come out to play and they are carrying chains and whips.
The bubbles quickly drifted to the top with a crisp sizzle. They congregated at the top in a big fuzzy mass. Little flecks of the beer popped out from the top of the glass as the bubbles popped at the top and the foam began to dissipate.
My cheeks are burning as he touches me. I want this so bad, but I can't help the fact that I am scared. I have waited for this for so long, and now it's happening. A moan escapes my lips; the first moan of the night. My cheeks burn even darker and he smirks.
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