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Vertigo

Nice view.

Vertigo
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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Short Straw, The

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The Short Straw

by SvenSvenson
©2020

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Disclaimer: Naughty, inflatable themes herein.
For mature audiences only.
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Average: 2.3 (3 votes)

Whatevs

An illustration from my story "Whatevs".

Whatevs
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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Bouncy-Bounce

Miss Red Hair bouncy-bounce with whom Mr. Smith has a little fun from my story "Rising to the Occasion."

Bouncy-Bounce
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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)

High Spirits

Friends don't let friends inflate drunk.

High Spirits
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Average: 4.1 (8 votes)

Prodigy, The

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There is an old belief among the Gaels that the Ash Tree was one of the legendary guardian trees of Ireland. The tree is credited with a range of protective and healing properties, a magically imbued tree. One could even say that the girl named Ashley possessed such incredible power but not of a positive sort.

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Route 5: Golden Aether

Death, pillaging, and destruction- this has been the fate of Fódlan for the past five years. War has claimed countless lives, and many believed Byleth’s to be one of them. She disappeared shortly before Garreg Mach Monastery fell, and her students in the Golden Deer house assumed the worst when they couldn’t find their beloved professor. They were overcome with joy, if not a little confused, when she reappeared after years of presumed death. Byleth’s keen strategy and battlefield prowess allowed her former students to retake Garreg Mach and begin the fight to save Fódlan.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Drinking Games

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.

Drinking Games
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Average: 4 (9 votes)

Ka-Pow

 

Ka-Pow
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Average: 4.2 (10 votes)

Inflatr

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Jessica discreetly peered over the top of her office cubicle as she absentmindedly marked off the 30+ new emails in her inbox as ‘read’, knowing that most of them were automated invitations to office events that she would never even consider going to. ‘1000 Days Without An Accident Celebration’? Give me a break. The office where she worked, with its flimsy cardboard sheets that somehow passed for walls, was about the least dangerous environment she could think of.

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Average: 2.8 (9 votes)
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