What does a jilted man who refuses to give up do to woo the forbidden fruit of his dream? He’s a piranha jackass, who eats without discretion, anything in the water. The jackass who wants to seduce the woman, without having to do any work, pretends he’s hot. Did you see this type of jilted lover? He imagines he’s some sort of lover who can get any woman to humor him. The man who is from the religion that practises polygamy refuses to admit defeat in the face of rejection. He tries a reverse psychology tactic. He thinks that if he pretends to be hot, texting or sexting someone, the object of his attention might sit up and take heed.
Piranha jackass in stories fiction books
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on October 7, 2010 at 8:20 pm {no comments}Cowboy breaking in Stories Fiction Books
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on September 29, 2010 at 12:12 am {no comments}The old Cowboy who had more girlfriends than he could care to count was beginning to feel the consequences of his debauchery in his youthful days. When he was young, he refused to care for his son and daughter. Now that he’s old and beginning to become frail. He suddenly thinks of how good it would be to have a son or a daughter living with him. The old boy messed up his life, played with the lives of other women, ignored the seeds from his groin and now wonders what has become of the saplings that grew into mature trees. The old cowboy was always breaking in a young foal.
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How to see dead people – stories not fiction books
Filed under Personal by Miriam Bathsheba on September 25, 2010 at 4:25 am {no comments}How do you see dead people? Do you dream of dead people? What does it mean to dream about dead people?
The following story is not for the faint hearted …
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Sexy woman ghost in stories fiction books
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on September 16, 2010 at 5:30 am {no comments}I was at the kitchen sink, standing in front of its window facing the opposite apartment when I saw a woman staring at me. The lady was supposedly in her apartment’s kitchen, standing at the door of her kitchen. The light in her kitchen was off and she was illuminated by the light in her dining room or hallway. I could see she was slim, if not borderline skinny. She was dressed in tight fitting clothes that hung to her frame. Do ghosts wear sexy clothes? I thought ghosts were flimsy, floating silhouettes. She gave me the fright of my life.
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Indy sensed her awakening and grinned sheepishly as his manhood
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on April 2, 2010 at 8:26 pm {no comments}worked its charm. His devilish handsome looks always opened doors for him. He knew she was ensnared in his web.
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Bubba lusted after women behind his shades even in
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on April 2, 2010 at 8:08 pm {no comments}his deplorable state. Bubba was never satiated as his eyes roamed and stripped to see the feminine figures in his mind.
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Wendy sucked the life out of willing players,
Filed under Stories by Miriam Bathsheba on April 1, 2010 at 8:28 pm {no comments}reveling in the abandonment to debauchery. Her injections were her totally selfish raping of the land. Wendy would partake of all sacrifices and milk it down.

