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my Mad Aunty Ellie’s mechanical man

I’m quite at his mercy – oh, fool that I am! – alone in the basement, I try to awake my Mad Aunty Ellie’s mechanical man with no one to see me, I dare to strip naked so cold in … Continue reading

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So loud the hero screamed!

Here’s an interesting poetic form – a terzanelle in iambic pentamater… Once more the dominatrix cracked her whips The leather tails imbued with kryptonite She kissed her lover’s perfect pouting lips ‘Tonight, my love,’ she whispered, ‘Yes, tonight!’ She laughed, … Continue reading

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