He was drooling in satisfaction, for he had dozens of affairs. Now he began sorting them while singing with my iPhone and my steed, I'm hunting down some chicks, cause there must be lots indeed. He was searching for fillies, which were the gullible sort, pretty and lustful. He used to avoid those old mares with their large hindquarters and extensive life experience. One of those had given him a licking once, hence he grew cautious. He was about to set up a date with a dun-coloured kind, when his wife called out his name, trotting her way towards him. He had not finished his Easter cleaning.
Alex Caragian
I've made my own social for dating and stuff, as they call all those pretexts for sex. It is still the same old left-right swipe, but I use pages instead. This app is my new library, where I can hook up with titles at will. There are two doors which only open when I grab those handles, which are as pointed as a pair of black nipples. I make love to the books till the showcase fogs up on the inside. I push it against the wall. It blows my mind, but now it has silicon protection. I attached it.
Florentina Enache
Before the Hell Council, everybody trembled and looked down. Everything is going like clockwork, grinned Beelzebub, we've finally got inside everyone's mind. We're consuming their time and attention. It won't take us long to defeat our enemy. The online divison is doing ok, but those of you dealing with news and porn, beware, the social apps tear you apart. What's Tinder? A little fellow, your Dark Majesty, said Aamon, a sly greenhorn he is, and he does his job, but seasonally, especially during spring time. He's Vali's counter. Now, urchin, hold your hormones and get down to business. Yes, master.
(Translated by Bogdan Macarie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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