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Down the road,
windows down
with the wind blowing
through my hair.
The day had been long,
and not all that easy.
All I want to do is be home.
The road is dark,
not very well lit,
all the stop lights are flashing.
It seems as though the road
goes on forever
into the dark night.
All I want to do is be home.
I've been driving forever,
it seems.
I want to be with you,
hiding in your arms
from the world,
just for a few hours,
because you are home to me.
windows down
with the wind blowing
through my hair.
The day had been long,
and not all that easy.
All I want to do is be home.
The road is dark,
not very well lit,
all the stop lights are flashing.
It seems as though the road
goes on forever
into the dark night.
All I want to do is be home.
I've been driving forever,
it seems.
I want to be with you,
hiding in your arms
from the world,
just for a few hours,
because you are home to me.
Literature
Forever Stuck
My name is Sophia, and I am famous for having cemented feet obviously. Not to mistake with that AI Sophia, pleaseee... Well people ask me,the way how I ended upto getting stuck into it. Sometimes I mention them as my mistake, sometimes as my fetish, most times as accident and other times as revenge. Well its my time to reveal the truth infront of the world. It all began with truth and dare. My all friends were fond of stuckfetish. Even I was swayed by their fetish dares, sometime.We were a group of 3 men and 4 women. So most of the dares were given to the women. Sometimes they asked us to glue each other's nipple, or give them blowjob, keeping our lips stuck to their shaft. Sometimes they made us wear hand cuff with their dick else glue our hands to their shaft. We even played with cement. They generally used quick drying cement for the game. With that same cement, we were assigned to stick our feet in it , or submerge our tit in it, or else submerge their dick in it. Sometimes
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Cement Thrill
It was a quiet and slow night, the only thing you could hear was someones barefeet slapping against the hardwood floor. Her name was Angela about 16-17 years old and she was wearing tight jeans, a short shirt showing her perfectly shaped abdomen, and barefoot showing her newly painted black toenail. She had a secret she never told anyone before..she liked to walk barefoot into a lot of things. Glue, Tar, Cement, anything that was gooey.
Her watched beeped 12:00, she looked around back and forth making sure that she was alone. She walked outside, put her heels on and walked to the construction site. As soon as she got there, she stepped into
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number 9 in the 100 poem challenge..."Drive"....sorry, took the literal word and didn't flip it in some fancy way. But this was the first thing that I thought of and I went with it........
Besides this is how I have felt for the past few months.....
Haven't seen my boyfriend since June...........
Besides this is how I have felt for the past few months.....
Haven't seen my boyfriend since June...........
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I know how that feels 