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presents
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A Man and His Love
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #40
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Centre Of Eternity 615.552.5747 12/24 Baud 40 Megs
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Headquarters of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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Tudor Nightmare Village 615.928.6071 3/12 Baud
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Dissident's Favorite Hang-Out And All Around Damn Good Board
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!*&@#^%$#^&@!*&@#^%$#^&@!*&@#^%$#^&@!*&@#^%$#^&@!*&@#^%$#^&@!*&@#^%$#^&@!*
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I got the idea for this story from a show I saw on TV.. I don't know
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what the hell it's called, but it's a bunch college kids, basically, and
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mainly black.. The episode I saw had Shakespeare appear to some dude in a
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dream and tell him to write about what he loved the most.. Well, it sparked
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an idea in my head, because I do have a certain 'fondness' for that which this
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story is about.. Read on.. But keep this in mind.. What appears, is not
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always what is.
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*!@&^#$%^#@&*!@&^#$%^#@&*!@&^#$%^#@&*!@&^#$%^#@&*!@&^#$%^#@&*!@&^#$%^#@&*!
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He drew in a deep breath. He licked his lips as the scent filled his
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being, the finest smell in the world. His hand shook ever so slightly as he
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reached out, slowly, and gently caressed the love of his life. So smooth..
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Pleasing to the touch.. He inched his face closer to it, then brushed his
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lips across it..
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Sweat beaded on his brow. Ecstatic waves pounded his beach. This was
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the best he had ever had, and he had but caressed it.
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He pushed his nose up against it and inhaled again, a long, slow, deep
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breath, bringing even more intense lust into his mind, his body, his soul.
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Untouched..Unmarred..Pure..Virgin..His body was tense with anticipation,
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but he would NOT rush the moment. He would relish every second, savor the
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intakes of breath that brought the scent back, quake at every tender touch.
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He brought his fingers forward, slowly, their destination a far journey,
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drawn out by love, lust, ecstasy. His hands drew back quickly; it seemed so
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very fragile.. Did he have the right, SHOULD he have the right, to break a
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seal that had kept out all others before him? He had to do it. He must do
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it.
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His mind made up, he forced his fingers to return to it. His nose
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followed, closer and closer, so he would not miss the fragrances when he
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penetrated.
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His hands shook.
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As if moving through some unseen barrier, his fingers crept slowly to
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where he most wanted them to be, to where he least wanted them to go.
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Contact!
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Shivers ran up and down his spine; it was almost too much for his
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conscious mind to take!
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His fingers sought out their mark. Forever his tremblinf fingers
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searched, time stretching on and on, and at last they found it.
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He seperated them, and almost cried out as the scent intensified, a smell
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too strong, not meant for a man's nostrils.
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Farther, farther.. And it opened for him, granting him a glimpse of the
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one thing he truly loved in the world. He shoved his face down into it,
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moaning softly as the familiar yet alien scent floated to his eager nose,
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tempting and taunting, oferring but not giving, drawing him closer yet keeping
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him away.
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The smell gradually faded away, leaving his love, but enough lingering
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behind to hold his mind in its power.
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But at last, with a long, shuddering sigh, the man shook off the intense
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feelings, accustomed himself to the scent, and shuffled his new deck of
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cards..
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{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}{TS}
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Heh heh heh..HAHAHAHAHAHA..What appears to be is not always what is.
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(c)Thirteenth Month, Thirty-Second Day, In The Nineteen Thousandth Millenium
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Of Our Lord, Fetus The Fatal. (Also known as Feb 03 1990) Toxic Shock
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The Known Followers Of Fetus
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Fetal Juice
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Gross Genitalia
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