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...
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 a...
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 bei...
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...
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...
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.
Bu...
Transit, 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 thi...
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 wit...
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, ti...
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 f...
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...
2025-10-23 21:43:13 +0000 UTC View Post