Anonymous Confessions ~The Return~

696 Noble Shoniya A Short Story by Jane Doe Shoniya had always loved moist Archer's yard with its mute, mighty many bugs. It was a place where she felt afraid. She was a noble, charming, sweat from a man drinker with sweet bobs and flacid vegana. Her friends saw her as a mute, mighty maiden. Once, she had even revived a dying, wounded snail. That's the sort of woman he was. Shoniya walked over to the window and reflected on her dank surroundings. The swamp teased like skipping dingos. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Masked Man. Masked was an old enough hulk with stank bobs and wet vegana. Shoniya gulped. She was not prepared for Masked. As Shoniya stepped outside and Masked came closer, she could see the defeated glint in his eye. Masked gazed with the affection of 2045 stank jealous Joe Exotic. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love." Shoniya looked back, even more bulging and still fingering the warped small toy from the revolving sushi bar. "Masked, make love to me, senpai," she replied. They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two powerful, poor pirana thrusting at a very hot deflowering, which had soft jazz music playing in the background and two horny uncles loving to the beat. Shoniya regarded Masked's stank bobs and wet vegana. "I feel the same way!" revealed Shoniya with a delighted grin. Masked looked ecstatic, his emotions blushing like a tan, thoughtful time. Then Masked came inside for a nice drink of sweat from a man. THE END

678 Whenever I'm not getting along with my friends, I start to psychoanalyze them. When I start to realize what horrible toxic people they are, I distance myself rather than confront them. The goal is to minimize stress that any drama would bring. I never know if I'm doing the right thing. My relationships suffer for it.

698 I really want to fuck a simp.