Princess Crow and Cuffella
POSTED ON DATE (sep 27, 2015)
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CHAPTER ONE: Once in a land far away there live a land of OCTAIN BRAND CUFFS they were so strong they come off until the job was done...(if you know what i mean). However, there was one pair of cuffs in particular her name was Alva Michelle and well she was beautiful, kind, generous and she always made sure to close the right way. She never got jammed and she only opened closed for the right person. She lived with her Stepmother, A rusty old pair Of Police handcuffs named Sergetine and her two furry cuffs named Gretchen and Lisa. These hands cuffs were jealous of Alva so they named her Cuffella. They made her sleep on the floor and clean, and cook for them. Much like Cinderella only worse because they taunted her about never being used. It was every pair of cuffs dreams to be used by a teacher or an official for official business. Cuffella knew that one day her princess her would come. She'd have a key that was just the right size. She knew her stepsisters been opened by bobby pins...the scandal. They pretended to be so pure but they came open for anything that twisted their lock. One day, after a big raid the police officer came back to the station and were talking about a big ball they were hosting to honor Princess Crow. She was the most hard working princess there was in the official cuff business. Every pair of cuffs strived to hang from her belt. It was a tough job and it was said that Princess Crow refused to use her own cuffs until she found the perfect one. The one that was just right for her, she wanted a cuff that fit the key around her neck. One day Crow was walking around the Cuff village, looking for temporary cuffs whwhen she spotted Cuffella. She immediately stopped, she had never seen such a cuff before, so dainty but strong, so beautiful but tough looking. She knew should definitely scare delinquents with her. However she knew that something that beautiful couldn't just be bought, she had to win Cuffellas love. She confidently strolled over and leaned against the wall, where Cuffella was looking at all the stuff on display. "Excuse miss, could I perhaps have your name?" Crow said confidently, trying to keep the seductive tone of her voice from being apparent. However Cuffella noticed and would not be easily swayed. She had heard about Crow cuffinizing ways and did not want to be just another notch on her belt. "Alva Michelle but you can call me Cufella" She said pushing her chain links behind her. She would not give in easily. Even if the woman in front of her was a vision of perfection. She had to stay strong. Crow reached.into her pocket and pulled out a small flyer handing it to Cuffella "You should come to this" She said her voice becoming more sultry as if she was trying to hypnotize Cuffella into coming. All the set of cuffs could was nod silently her lips slightly parted as she was watched Crow walk away. Looking down she saw it was a flyer for the police ball. The very ball she was told to go to. |
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Car 3
POSTED ON DATE (sep 27, 2015)
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Once upon a time three blocks down from the coffee shop, there was a hit surgeon named hotstuff. Now Dr.hotstuff had a dilemma, he was always saving lives and helping poor orphans get their vaccinations that he didn't have money for his one true dream. Ever since he was young and only Dr.Cute-Stuff he wanted a sexy black convertible. Growing up, some teenagers had pinup.models and nude calendars on their walls. Dr.Hotstuff had car pinups if sexy black convertibles. They all had sleek black hoods, dark smooth waterproof retractable tops with the fabric that repelled water just the right way. He was picky about the way the windshield wipers slide up and down the window. They had to move the right way. He wanted the headlights to shine into his soul and show him his slice of heaven. The one say doctor hotstuff was paid to heal a troubled young lad. This Lad was plagued with a great curse, the curse of the scrub. After he was two million dollar richer he went to the car lot to pick out a car. Once he got there he looked at the cars closely and he finally narrowed it down to three cars. The first car he tried.out was entirely to big. How could he expect his various dates to get in and out with ease? The back seat was too roomy, he couldn't get an excuse to cuddle with date he brought the drive in. He got out the car he slide out closing the door in disgust. The second car the seats were entirely too hard. When he moved the seats squeaked and she windshield wipers were bent wrong. He couldn't even get it up happy the car let alone get happy with another person. The last car was beautiful, zero.mileage had just been imported from some place he wasn't listening. The car glisten and when he sat in a shudder ran through his body. He ran out and bought the car signing and buying it completely. As he pulled out the lot he dialed his favorite shady cop The Boogeyman to come and check it out. "Hey dame i got the sexiest car" he said smirking in his rearview mirror. "Come pick me up Hotstuff" Dame said all breathy like. |
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THE THIRst AND WHAT HE FOUND THERE
POSTED ON DATE (sep 28, 2015)
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In a land far far away a few blocks over from the rainy coffee shop this young writer was sitting at supping her hot chocolate. There was a bar, the scrub horse was just leaving, or rather been thrown out of. Try as he might, this mighty scrub was unable to quench the thirst of a thousands beds, that had been placed upon him by his ancestors. Yet heroically he tried hoping that each bed he slept in at night would be the one that would keep him for hydrated little did he know, he had just stumbled upon the worst time of the year...the bed drought. It was prophesied that eventually people would wise up and realize that letting the Scrub horse into their bed would do nothing to quench his thirst and he would wander for other beverage sources. He wandered alone in the rain, stumbling as his snout banged against the wall as he tried to sniff out a warm bed to quench his thirst. Eventually he came across something, something so...tantalizing so Mysterious..so MAGICAL...SO PROFOUND...SO SPECTACULARLY LEWD, he had to pull out his wallet. Though try as he might the beauty would not take his money, he tried his best to gently slide the ones between the smooth slot but they just rejected his money “No, sorry Hunny I don’t do amateurs” She said, smiling as if to mock him. Soon Lochlann was dismayed, he had never been so denied before, he had never been so thirty. He was drooling at thought of finally getting through to the beauty before him...and then it happened. Looking in his wallet...he found the crispest most unbent five dollar bill he had ever seen. He truly thought that the reason he wasn’t getting any action was because he was paying with such small change.Obviously a beauty such as she needed bigger bills. He carefully, slowly, precisely slide the slightly folded bill into the slot. He was sweating breathing heavy and spent, he looked at her in hope, pushing his hand gently against her middle...there was just silence until….clink clink. The biggest bottle of fanta he’d ever seen came sliding out the soda machine. He quickly undid the top and drank from the bottle, he had never had such delicious soda and then he realized...that something about the machine was off...the soda had only cost two-fifty….IT HAD STOLEN HIS CHANGE. |
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Car 3
POSTED ON DATE (Oct 3rd, 2015)
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(((FOR SPOOK MONTH))))
CHAPTER TWO
Dr. Hotstuff drove his shiny new convertible out the lot and towards the police station to pick up Dame. Now he was planning on wining and dining the shady cop but something about the convertible told him to take Dame to the drive in. He ran three red lights, two stop signs and passed five busses on his way to pick up Dame. He slid to stop NASCAR style his car come to a halt as soon as he pressed down on the brake. He couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through him at the amount of control he had over the car. It did exactly what he wanted it too, and he was excited. He rolled down the top and waved for a Dame to get in. “So tell me Dr.hotstuff, where are we going today?” Dame asked running his hands along the car’s dashboard. Everything was so shiny and new. The car gave an audible purr at the care that Dame was taking to stroke her interior. “Well I was thinking, a drive in” Mike said the implied lewdness in his tone excited both Dame and the Car. He sped off to the drive in, after dame gave him his consent to the drive in. The whole way there, Dame and Mike took turns praising the car and the flirting with each other. However truth be told the car was getting a little jealous of the attention Mike was giving Dame. She felt that all the attention should be given to her. As mike and Dame conversed about the drive in times and movies that were being shown, the passenger side door open. Coincidentally Mike was turning around a sharp corner, the only thing keeping Dame in was the fact that he was wearing a seatbelt. “Good thing, I always wear a seat belt” Dame said laughing, assuming that he had forgotten to shut the door tight enough. He had forgotten that he had jumped into the car and not through the door. However Mike knew and he was worried, the car was perfect. He had checked to make sure everything was working. Little did he know his perfect little car was slightly magical and possessive. Mike’s hand inched it’s way to Dame’s leg sliding up more and more until, his car swerved. Mike’s hand immediately went to the wheel trying to keep it steady as he pulled into the drive in ticket booth. Dame snickered “I guess I’m distract you” He said with a falsely apologetic tone. He leaned towards Mike to lean onto his shoulder, when the car rest moved and hit him in gut. It didn’t hurt nor did it stop him from leaning closer to Mike. Soon the car was parked into a secluded spot and the seats we pushed back. They hadn’t gone to the drive to watch the stupid chick flick. As Dame and Mike started to make out, the Car was incredibly offended. They had went from singing her praises and stroking her to paying more attention to each other. She didn’t want Mike to forget about her and take her to the lot, during his thirty day no questions ask policy. Just as Damon had gotten all of the buttons to mike’s shirt undone the car lurched forward, causing mike to jump to put on the emergency brake. “I guess I had left the keys in the ignition” He said laughing nervously, Dame was very distracting and he was sure in his haste to get busy he had forgotten to take the keys out. He looked at the key slot...and there was NO KEYS. |
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