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Oh hey, thanks for faving that commission I did a while back. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Thank you for adding my story to your favorites. I hope you enjoy the other stuff too!
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After faving several of my stories and other deviations, I'm very glad to see that you started watching me. I'm really happy now! Here, let me hug you with my strong, muscle-packed arms!
XOXOXO ElsieG
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Thanks for the faves on the story "Miracle Maiden 01: The Harpy's Revenge !"
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Thanks for the favourites
I'm available for commissions
If you are interested, you can come to my email
Email: jackdyego@gmail.com
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Big Nerd
The air was a little on the ripe side. Stephanie wasn’t sure where the smell was coming from but she didn’t want to be the girly girl and bust her best friend out for being a relatively shitty house keeper.
Chase after all was basically her oldest friend in the world, and technically speaking the only friend she had that could understood her quirks, put up with her almost non stop sarcasm, her almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things movies and pop culture from basically the mid to late 1950’s all the way through the present, as well as her almost neurotic obsession with binge watching shows and movie series.
Chase was the only person that didn’t make her want to claw her own ears and eyes out when they talked about the subjects that she was most passionate about. He was also a huge secret to everyone else in her life. Then again so was this whole side of her life and personality.
Stephanie Foust honestly lived a double life. There was the public face that sh
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The Journal of Elizabeth Sorrells:Who Needs Heroes
Honestly I never got into this for any sort of publicity but strangely enough it sort of comes with the territory. I just wanted to help people where I could and maybe make my little corner of the world a little better.
Yet once I was out in the open as a costumed hero the world couldn’t seem to get enough of me. I was a comic book hero come to life. I was a savior, a shining ray of hope for mankind in the darkness.
That was a massive amount of responsibility though. It was a big job. A much bigger job than one person even a superhuman person could handle. Plus I didn’t really ask for all that responsibility.
Sadly though the cat was out of the bag, the genie out of the bottle, the bullet fired from the gun. Pick a damn cliche and I fit it. For better or worse I was the only superhuman the world had and so I tried to live up to the hype.
And I failed miserably.
I literally couldn’t save everyone, or fix everything. A lot of times it seemed as though I actually made ma
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Vida's Wonder GrowthVida was awoke by the growling of her own stomach. She sat up quickly in a bed that was not her own. A quick glance around the room revealed that she had absolutely no idea where she was.
So she quickly took stock of herself. Her stomach again growled rather urgently as she noticed she was dressed differently. She wondered quickly to herself as to just how she had gotten to this place and just who had undressed her then redressed her.
Another good question would have been how on earth had she not woke up during all of that movement. After all she was in a bright red dress that ran from her neck like a turtle neck to just above her knees. It was long sleeved as well. There was a belt around her waist. Leather around the back with two metal hoops connected in the front with what appeared to her like a rather large door knocker. She even had on a pair of high heels with petite straps holding them firmly to her feet. All of that was a pretty large feat no doubt but the fact that she had ho
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Thank you for watching me, algae2k. Please keep on supporting me and spread the word. It'll be very helpful for me.
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Hi there darlin'! Thank you for the fave! If interested, I've got special commissions running in the hopes of raising money for a new computer. Info can be found here!
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Thanks for the fave!
Please be sure to check out my other posting sites! They are all completely different - no duplications - but all equally erotic.
This is me:
You will need to sign up for these sites in order to view my work. But just do it. It's free.
deviantART: kurtkrueger.deviantart.com/?rn…
tumblr: kurtkrueger.tumblr.com/
Facebook: m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=… (I'm currently in FB Jail however, so I won't be able to accept your FR and let you in at the present time.)
FetLife:
fetlife.com/users/904326
Instagram: kurt.krueger0101
MeWe.com:
Kurt Krueger
Twitter: kurtkrueger8
My Bookstore:
"LIPS"
www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail…
My latest book:
"The Erotic Adventures Of Amy"
(Now part of the Museum Of Sex in NYC and The Kinsey Institute at Indiana University)
The Deluxe Version: 12x12 inches (30x30 cm), hardbound:
www.blurb.com/b/7201623-the-er…
... and something from my very deep past: "The Face Of Hollywood"
www.blurb.com/b/3812833-the-fa…
~ Kurt
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Mature Content
The Journal of Elizabeth Sorrells: History Lessons
I’ve been officially heroing for around a decade and a half. Unofficially I’ve been at it a bit longer than that. I’ve been interviewed more times than I like to count. I’ve had people sticking their nose in my alter ego’s business for most of that time. The main problem is that I’m a fiercely private person. Of course I’ve got plenty to try and keep under cover. My true identity is only the tip of the iceberg.
A lot of reporters think the way to cracking the code of who I really am lies in my age. So whenever I’m asked when I was born, and I say the 80’s they have a hard time believing im in my thirties. I smile but I don’t ever correct them. Why even bother trying to explain? It is just one more secret that I get to carry around with me all the time. Secrets that only grow with each passing year. Maybe one day I’ll let someone read this journal. Maybe, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.
I was born Elizabeth Sor
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Woah, thanks for the watch!
Glad you like both my comission and my story
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