Night on top of the mountain of Purgatory. tWBS: So, what's gonna happen? Senor: Beats me. After all, I'm not gonna be with you. All I can do is watch. tWBS: Wait, seriously? You can't come and watch? But which commenter's going to escort me through all of Heaven? Senor: Why would you want
Erotic Friend Fiction
Sexy Friday, Divisional Round edition
The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo VII
tWBS: Why am I nervous? Senor: Because as I said, this is the lust terrace upcoming, and you posted compilations of sexy pictures on the Internet for multiple years? tWBS: Hey, they weren't pornographic! Senor: Yeah, but society's a bunch of prudes. tWBS: And you did it too! Senor: Like twice? Probably a difference there,
Sexy Friday, Wild Card Bitches! edition
The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo VI
Sexy Friday, New Year’s Day! edition
Happy Scottish New Year Open Thread!
As this post goes live, the New Year will be starting in the United Kingdom, Ireland, Portugal, Senegal, Liberia, Sierra Leone, THE Gambia, Guinea-Bissau, Guinea, Mauritania, Côte D'Ivoire, Togo, Ghana, and Burkina Faso. That also means that the UK is officially OUT of the European Union. Many in Scotland are
The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo V
Place: Walking into the fifth terrace of Purgatory, when… Voice: Adhaesit pavimento anima mea. My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me with Your Word. A soul lays prostrated on the ground. tWBS: Hey buddy, you okay? And can you speak up? I can't really hear you mumbling into the ground. Voice: My soul
Sexy Friday, Christmas Day! edition
The D of S, Vol. II: Terrazzo IV
It's the next morning on Purgatory. tWBS: Hey, wake up. Senor: Ugh, I slept like I was on a rock. (He checks his "pillow.") Oh, that explains it. tWBS: I hear footsteps. Senor: It sounds like running. Towards here. tWBS: Welcoming party? Senor: No! This is the terrace of sloth, so… penance, actually. Slothful Soul: (running by