Submissions by gratis1603
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Metaphor for life
I walked into a public toilet desperate for a dump.
I opened the door to the first cubicle an looked in, no toilet paper. 'Fucking hell'
Next cubicle, there was a bit of toilet paper left on the roll. 'Might be enough, I'll check the next one'
In the last cubicle there was about five new rolls of toilet paper
'thank fuck'
As I sat on the toilet I thought to myself the three cubicles kind of represent different paths in life. Sometimes you walk into a cubicle with plenty of toilet roll and sometimes you walk into one with absolutely none, but which ever...
I opened the door to the first cubicle an looked in, no toilet paper. 'Fucking hell'
Next cubicle, there was a bit of toilet paper left on the roll. 'Might be enough, I'll check the next one'
In the last cubicle there was about five new rolls of toilet paper
'thank fuck'
As I sat on the toilet I thought to myself the three cubicles kind of represent different paths in life. Sometimes you walk into a cubicle with plenty of toilet roll and sometimes you walk into one with absolutely none, but which ever...
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The Lady
The seductive silky blonde smoke that was her hair flowed from the top of her head down her back and floated above her bare, round backside. The lady’s thin, perfectly shaped eyebrows complemented the deep blue, wide, innocent looking crystals beneath them. With her pearly front tooth she bit gently yet temptingly on her lower lip which was painted a deep red. Her raised nipples were a few shades darker than the curved, fleshy breasts that they belonged to, beneath them the outline of well toned muscles only just visible on her smooth, slightly tanned stomach. She stood tall, in the dimly lit...
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