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I have a fetish about toes. I have ever since

  • I have a fetish about toes. I have ever since I was born.
  • All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you. If only you loved me back. My toes had decided to revolt.
  • Where could a toe fetishist like me find any now that my own toes had run off? My rose-to-toes converter was still in the planning stages. For now, I'd acquire a taste for fingers
  • and cream cheese. You dab the cream cheese into the finger's knuckles and then crunch. Once you eat one you just can't stop.
  • Oprah's audience had fallen silent by now. Con Troll broke out into a sweat & wondered if it was something he'd said. He'd written the Troll Diet under a bridge in Cork so marketin
  • G was critical. Oprah was cooking a recipe from the book onstage, like the Frugal Gourmet. The Troll Stew was sampled by the audience and became the next restaurant fad. Amazing.
  • Amazing. Amazing. Amazing! That's what the reviews said - but the Trolls were not pleased. "What frugal about eating Troll?" Asked Oprahwindfury a particularly mean & thuggy troll
  • who wasn't frugal at all. Oprahwindfury looked around the clearing in the forest where the party had stopped to lick salt off the rocks & boulders that made up the ruins they were
  • in the process of ruining. "Stop! Not there! Don't lick there!" Oprahwindfury--who was usually rather furyless--shouted at the man running his tongue along her inner thigh. Frugal
  • nuns ran onto the scene, cut off the man's tongue and handed it to him. "Hold your tongue!" one demanded. Oprahwindfury had passed out. She would not have made a good nun, anyway.

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