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Here is a collection of tales of your Stranger Things Favorites....
Where anything is possible and all is... well in celebration of spooky season...
Things will go bump in the night....
Monsters can bite....
Let's...
**18+** Trigger Warnings: fingering (f) receiving, ghost voyeurism of self stimulation, (f) and (m) orgasms; p in v (unwrapped); mention of death, angst;
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Why hello there... couldn't get enough could you...
I don't blame you, one night with yours truly wasn't enough... what do I have for you today? Have to look through my library, this one needs to be an intimate ride.. a real love story...A ghost story. You've heard those before, don't think this is going to be the typical haunted house ghost story... that would be so.. well boring. This is a story about a boy who received all the accolades a person could want after he was buried deep in the ground. Did he die happy? No, think again sweetheart.
I have some questions for you before we start...
Do you believe in ghosts?
Do you believe in a life where your body is tethered to the living world?
Where you are stuck and left to suffer as the one place or places your treasure are now a prison?
Oh my dear little 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 baby.... This is a tale about one ghost and his love for his car....This love and this commitment so strong that it ripped him from his presumed happy ending, not only was he brutally murdered, but he wasn't allowed to move on.
Why?
Because there was something left for him to do, something left to protect. What would you do? Have you ever been in love sweetheart? I know that the several of the members of hellfire have been in love, but what about loving something...
This story shows you just how far one man would go to be reunited with the something he loves...
....and the girl that helped him get back to it....
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Clank... clack, the rustling of tools. It was a noise that Billy knew, a noise that filled his being with commonality and familiar feelings of happiness. Memories flooded his mind, ones where he was sweating shirtless over the open engine of his car. The sensation of a cool beer sliding down his throat after a long day tuning up his love.
Now, it was quiet. It had been so quiet. The lack of sound had almost been unbearable when Billy had first awoken. He could see it was dark, the smell of concrete and... trash. The lack of torturous voices in his mind, the lack of feeling altogether should have made him more frightened. Instead he was overcome with emotion, he was finally free and he could get back to his life.
That's when he felt it the first time. The lack of breath and the security of the dark. Feeling around he could touch the interior of his new prison. That's when he realized he was inside something.. metal and as he moved and felt around he wondered if he was buried alive.
