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Literature
a true story of inflation
A true story of inflation
It was Sunday in the afternoon and I did some stretching for my ballettcourse. I was alone at home and so I thought it would be funny to do some inflation like everytime I’m alone. I know it’s awkward but I love it to be inflated because it’s a great feeling and I love it to relax in the inflated pretzelpose. So I went in the cellar and get the airpump. I went to my room and sit down on the floor. (I do it often so I’m used to do it). I bended my legs behind my head and crossed them behind it. My arms were sticking out left and right beside my legs on my body when you would see it from above. I p
Literature
A Pleasurable Inflation
It all worked very easily. Lilian dragged her fingertips across the rubber buttons on the remote. It all worked smoothly, the system having been perfected and re-perfected over decades and much like how one eventually figured out the immaculate way to fix the cogs of a clock, someone had figured out how to perfect this.
Lilian positioned herself onto the sofa, her body easing into the crisp fabric. She wore nothing but an old bikini - black, and plain - that she wouldn't mind ruining. Everything was tingling within her, even before the process began. Her breathing quickened, the hairs on her arms stood up and her skin prickled. She wanted it
Literature
The Spell
Nathan was miserable. He was living alone, in a one bedroom apartment, unable to sleep, unable to think, unable to just do something . He had a job he hated, he could never keep a relationship for very long, and to top it off, he was slowly slipping into a depression. If things didn't turn around... he didn't know what would happen.
This night was no different from any other night, as he tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable spot to sleep in. He sighed, and sat up, before grabbing his laptop, and walking out to his living room, which was a small affair, with a low ceiling and minimal furniture.
Desperate for at least a good night
Just a little something that popped into my head. There might be more later.
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