Strawberry Tits

Trying to learn the production of things you love (e.g. yogurt) would not give you the truth. Cause nobody can know it. Just enjoy, citizen. Let us provide.

Content warning: Story-focused, but extremely perverse. Adults ONLY.

Started 2018-07-13, WIP, LAST UPDATE: 2020-01-20

"A bed. A woman. Was it her? Who else would it be. He moved further around the house and checked every window he could reach. The situation indeed seemed ideal. After another careful look for pedestrians and cars, he put on one of the minimalist disposable rebreather masks from the kit, climbed up to the windowsill, grabbed one of the kit's large glass ampules with his latex hand, carefully broke off its head with a flick of his thumb, and flung the sevoflurane-based agent into the bedroom, against the wall near where the woman's head was resting. Then he silently dropped down, his latex boots pressing into the grassy ground, and listened with all might."

"She openly carried a tritium sights Glock 26 generation 5 with grip extension, a choice partly based on the spacious trigger guard, allowing her slightly thicker (sometimes double-) gloved index finger to comfortably enter and exit without causing a hazard. Ten Hornady 9mm XTP rounds in the magazine, and always one ready in the chamber. Safely stored, with one reserve magazine, in her leather covered titanium holster, affixed to her torso with a black girdle hidden under her grandiose leather blouse, only showing on the right, the blouse at a slight angle because of it. A price she was willing to pay."

"She had realized she was a mirror who had just found its partner mirror to form a laser of radical happiness that, as long as the construct would stay functional, would burn with an intensity she hadn't known possible. She had been satisfied with living in a box by candle-light, and suddenly the box had been stripped away, revealing clouds and harps and singing angels in a sunlit firmament."