“You’re fucking disgusting”, she thought to herself. Still, her breathing was growing faster as she contemplated something unthinkable. “No, E...ika, don’t you dare be that sick…”, but she ignored her own advice and moved her hand into the bucket. With her right index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A layer of slime covered her finger, and she could feel her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it. “It. It contained no sex, but maintained continuity with the rest of the "Chocolate Morsels Universe." A follow-up was always intended."Daze" is that follow-up. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories community: The Fish Tank. I think that was a very good decision. No story which entered the tank failed to be improved, and following The Fish Tank, whether it was my story or another author's has helped all of my. She was tall fair and slim with small boobs.Actually farheen and I along with other members used to play since I was young s.One day we were playing hide& seek .So farheen caught me and we both ran in to her house.there were nobody in her house.she just caught hold of my penis& asked how i felt. I felt pleasent and she told not to complain it to any body.This continued for many days sometimes when farheen went to tour I used to rub my penis to wall ,In this way my penis was addicted to her. I assumed the loco could travel just as well in reverse, but it probably made driving easier if it was running forward. There was a long blast on the whistle, and a jerk as we started moving.With us underway towards Michelago, we decided to start playing. I said a few words to introduce ourselves, and we kicked off with ‘St. Anne’s Reel’, always a good, rollicking tune. We kept the Irish flavour going with ‘Whiskey in the Jar’, ‘Black Velvet Band’, and a few other of our popular songs. We.