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Drone

Submitted by SvenS on Sat, 01/02/2021 - 13:14
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Here at Svenson Studios, we are always striving to bring you the highest quality content and as such are often asked how we are able to take some of those seemingly impossible photos we post.  Wonder no more!  Say hello to Mandy, our art director and chief photographer, on scene and loaded out during a recent photo shoot.

Drone
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Average: 4.2 (11 votes)

Vertigo

Submitted by SvenS on Sat, 01/02/2021 - 13:11
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Nice view.

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Average: 4.6 (7 votes)

High Spirits

Submitted by SvenS on Sat, 01/02/2021 - 12:50
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Friends don't let friends inflate drunk.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy 2: Testing the Limits

Submitted by System on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:13
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A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy

Submitted by System on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:10
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It was unsuspected. Just and unfortunate draw of bad luck. They hadn't been looking for anyone specific, just whoever they could get their hands on - fast and easy. 

Some cruel, twisted minds were just looking to tinker with the limits of the human body. To see just how far it would go. None involved, of course, were bold enough to volunteer. They wanted to explore this stretch of a theory with no expense to themselves. 

And poor Glen just happened to be walking home alone on the night they decided to find a test subject.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Coming Down

Submitted by SvenS on Wed, 01/01/2020 - 18:55
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Susan and her freinds may have imbibed a little too much New Years Eve.

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)

Drinking Games

Submitted by SvenS on Tue, 12/31/2019 - 16:44
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Susan does as spell... Everyone takes a sip... Susan does another spell... Everyone takes another sip... I think they'll regret this in the morning.

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Average: 4 (9 votes)

Performance-Based Pay

Submitted by sad-basrad on Thu, 12/19/2019 - 21:35
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I needed the money.

Normally I wouldn't work for an advertising company, but there were two things about the listing that caught my eye: The first was the lack of any prior work history in the field - "absolutely no experience required," that was the wording. The second was performance-based pay, which is normally a turn-off, but the amount they were proposing was an extraordinary sum. So I went in for an interview to see what the job was.

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Average: 4.5 (13 votes)

Over-Inflated Ego

Submitted by c4tsuit_b1tch on Thu, 08/22/2019 - 04:49
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I'm a college guy working at a local flower shop close to home. It's a part-time job that I enjoy, despite having some of my friends ridicule me for it. My usual response is to remind them of the gorgeous middle-aged women who sometimes come into the shop and are pleasantly surprised to see me behind the counter. I've even gotten a few numbers and date offers!

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Average: 4.2 (10 votes)

Ms. Bouncer - Party Trick

Submitted by Venya on Fri, 06/28/2019 - 13:07
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High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. “Quiet day today,” she mused to herself. “Nothing’s happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon.” Looking back down at the city below, Amelia’s gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky.

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Average: 4.4 (11 votes)
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