She’d always known he was pretty kinky. He bought her a new pair of shoes every date they went on. He griped if she wore socks, smalls or tights.
“Well I do like them,” he said licking the soles of her feet. “They taste good and look like porcelain.”
She squirmed. He smirked.
She knew what was coming next. She’d seen the hacksaw in the top drawer.
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Little Fears 
Wow!
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🙂
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And that’s me not sleeping tonight. Very original. Love it.
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My apologies, and thank you. 🙂
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Creepy….
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Thank you. 🙂
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Love it.
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Ta. 🙂
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Creepy… I know many British expressions, but what are ‘smalls’?
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Tiny socks. 🙂
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Plot twist!!! ? love it ?
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Mmhmm. Thank you. 🙂
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eek! I slept wearing my boots last night! 🙂
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Ruh roh!
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damn i did not see that coming!
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Cheers. 🙂
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And he’d been calling her “stump” for some reason…
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She was made of the short stuff…
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My mouth hit the floor. Awesome ending!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Oh my…. I wasn’t ready ?
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Neither was she… 😛
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lolol. I bet
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Gruesome. I think I’ll buy a pair of iron platforms.
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Narffle. 🙂
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About ?
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Unholy shite ?
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😛
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Ohh! I hadn’t seen all these older stories before. This is lovely indeed!
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Aha, it’s a lot of wonky horrors in Capricorn. Links to all old series are now down the bottom of my homepage. 😊
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