Whatsername

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryC**t. Whatsername311 years 10 months ago
StoryBorn to Shop Whatsername311 years 10 months ago
StoryBlinding Whatsername411 years 10 months ago
StoryAs you like it Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
StoryAnd so it begins ... Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
StoryAnd for my next trick ... Whatsername111 years 10 months ago
StoryAnd do what? Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
Story Mine Whatsername211 years 10 months ago
Story 70 words per minute Whatsername211 years 10 months ago
Story??? Whatsername411 years 10 months ago
Forum topicUpstairs with ABC Tales Whatsername2411 years 10 months ago
CollectionPhoenix Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionWed. Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionHysteria Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionWords, not pictures Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionSmut Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionLost Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
CollectionMouthing Off Whatsername011 years 10 months ago
StoryUntil Victory Whatsername012 years 1 week ago
StoryValentines Whatsername012 years 1 week ago
StoryVanilla Girl Whatsername012 years 1 week ago
StoryWorking for the mouse Whatsername212 years 1 week ago
StoryWithout a paddle Whatsername012 years 1 week ago
StoryMission Acomplished Whatsername012 years 1 week ago
StoryShe deals hope Whatsername012 years 1 week ago

My stories

Divine

I have a gift that tells no lies, It promises the highest highs. A cut above the satisfactions Found in commerce and transactions. A tonic from the daily stress A cure a savior. I am blessed,

Until Victory

So then adieu, beloved comrade And bravo! Now take a bow. Bask in your standing ovation Ant the adoration of the crowds Of Buddhas who now greet you And of those who wave goodbye.

Mission Acomplished

Your very life,a jewel a gift, Contained within the time thay fits. The space in which your contribution Comes now to its own Fruition. When all that you have said and done is valued,

Thanks For Everything

All that you have given me is present in my victory, Everything I'll ever be is grown from seeds you tended. All that I will ever do, Is made from what I learned from you.

And for my next trick ...

There she goes again that phoenix Lilting through the skies. Not daunted by the sharp descents Nor dazzled by the heights. She navigates the coming winds So dexterous and so sure.

Pages