Grocery (2/2)
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Payback, Part 3/3
Carla collapsed back into the leather chair, her body a throbbing, incoherent mass of synthetic alterations. The marathon of runway training had shattered her sense of time; hours had dissolved into a blur of pain, blinding lights, and the cloying smell of sweat and hairspray. She could barely hold her head up under the weight of the platinum mane, her neck muscles straining against the heavy si...
2026-02-01 00:56:10 +0000 UTC View PostPayback, Part 2/3
The hairspray fumes had barely settled when Tina rolled her stool closer to the chair. She adjusted the blinding ring light until Carla’s vision was nothing but a white halo, obscuring the flash art on the walls behind them. The tattoo artist snapped on black latex gloves and loaded the machine with a heavy liner needle.
"Time to put the mask on," Tina muttered, the gun buzzing to life l...
2026-01-31 17:56:17 +0000 UTC View Post
Happy New Year! Never too late to say it!
Thank you so much for your support. After a few difficult weeks, I’m finally feeling like myself again. My energy and ideas are returning, and I’ve been able to create things I’ve truly wanted to see for a long time.
Transit will be back.
Thank you again for being here.
Take care of you,
—Avaro
2026-01-31 17:54:37 +0000 UTC View PostSocial
Social Media (Facebook):
"So lucky! 💖 Just got this iPhone 16 for super cheap! The screen is amazing but it gets kinda hot in my hand? Cozy Sunday vibes! 🧸✨ #NewPhone #Chill"
POV Chapter:
As soon as I gripped the phone, a strange, heavy warmth shot up my arm, settling deep in my belly. It wasn't just the battery; it felt like a pulse. My nipples suddenly stiffened again...
2025-12-30 22:13:28 +0000 UTC View Post
Merry Christmas !
Merry Christmas to all of you !
I have some little stuffs to share soon.
Take care of all of you,
Avaro
2025-12-25 22:07:03 +0000 UTC View PostTransit, Interlude, 74
@Loripleasure Moscow, i'm here! ✈️💋 Just touched down and I’m already bursting out of my top. 🤭 2500cc of American plastic looking for a Russian Daddy. 🇺🇸💉 Who wants to help me unpack? 🧳😈
#Moscow #Bimbo #PlasticQueen #Travel #2500cc #MadeInUSA
2025-11-30 23:39:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Soul Purpose
Mark and Jodi were comfortable. Too comfortable. Their life together had settled into a beige routine of sensible choices and quiet evenings. He didn't think he wanted to change her—he loved Jodi—he just craved a little elevation. A spark to break the monotony. Finding the "Elevators" on that obscure website felt like stumbling onto a secret. They looked like harmless fun, a playful experiment to spice things up. Mark had no idea that some gifts, once accepted, begin to quietly reshape th...
2025-11-23 20:20:04 +0000 UTC View PostHello...
Hello everyone,
I want to take a moment to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. 💖
I know there has been a lack of new content lately, and I haven’t been at my best. Life has been a bit heavy, and creativity doesn’t always flow the way we want it to.
But it’s exactly during these moments that your support means even more to me.
I also want to address something openly: yes, I know some people criticize the AI-based content I create. But I wan...
2025-11-23 20:14:23 +0000 UTC View PostTransit, 73
...The dream was blurry. And she was light.
A strange, hollow feeling. She was in the hotel room—her hotel room, 718—but it felt wrong. She looked down. Her chest was flat. 4 Unremarkable. She brought her hands to her face; her nails were short, bare. Her hair felt thin and was a dull, mousy brown. 5
She was wearing a cheap, leopard-print thong. 6666 It was the only thing she had on. She felt a familiar, sickening twist of humiliation. She was exposed, but wo...
2025-10-31 00:15:17 +0000 UTC View PostTransit, 72
Ivan stood, his movements efficient and detached. He adjusted his clothes, his face returning to the cold, neutral mask of business. He was a client whose transaction was complete.
"The payment is processed," he said, his thick Russian accent clipping the words. "Johnny will be in touch with your final instructions." He didn't kiss her. He didn't even give her a final, lingering look. He simply turned and walked out, the soft click of the suite door sealing the room in silence....
2025-10-31 00:13:48 +0000 UTC View PostOMG !
Jane’s eyes snapped open to a sterile, unfamiliar light.
Her reflection stared back.
A sharp, hitching gasp sucked the air from her lungs. The woman in the mirror wasn't her. It was a doll. A thing of plastic perfection. Massive, platinum-blonde hair was piled in a high, tight ponytail, pulling her eyes wide. Her face was a mask of dramatic makeup, her lips swollen into an impossible, glossy pink pout.
Her hands rose, trembling, but they weren't her hands. They we...
2025-10-23 21:45:39 +0000 UTC View PostFitness !
Tom leaned against the studio mirror, his gaze fixed hungrily on his wife, Jane. He loved her dedication, but... god, she was so plain. Her fit, thin body, hidden in a drab grey shirt and black shorts, just wasn't enough. He wanted more. He didn't just want a fit wife; he wanted a spectacle. A goddess.
"Down!" the instructor yelled.
Jane sank into a perfect, deep squat, her face a mask of focus. Tom’s knuckles whitened. Now, he though...
2025-10-23 21:44:32 +0000 UTC View PostDeal with the Devil
Diane’s knuckles were white, her expensive pen hovering. "This final clause," she bit out, her voice the ice that shattered subordinates, "Non-negotiable 'personal asset forfeit'? It's absurd."
A chuckle, smooth as spilled oil, filled the penthouse office. "The price of the entire Eastern seaboard, my dear. A small price. Sign."
Her ambition was a drug, more potent than her pride. Cursing him, cursing her own weakness, she scrawled her name.
The moment the ink dried, the <...
2025-10-23 21:43:13 +0000 UTC View Post