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The Siluvara Files
The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton
Chapter 2: The Memories of Trees

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The Siluvara Files
The Many Journeys of Ian Scranton
Chapter 1: Out of the Frying Pan

Aurora Sexy Assassin

-by Joaquin (a.k.a. “bootboy”)
Dedicated to the lovely Aurora

EPISODE 1: “Death comes in black thong panties”

AURORA, SEXY ASSASSIN
EPISODE III: Booted Supermodel Supreme

Hands quivering and breathless, Faisal’s eyes are transfixed at the spectacle of profound beauty that stood before him. The front sights of his AK-74 assault rifle blurs, as the sight picture steadily grows into focus, dreamlike yet real. His heart thundered like galloping horses, his resolve failing every passing moment as if HER exquisite loveliness was a huge boulder suddenly dropped on his chest.

He gazes upon HER with unbridled awe as he takes in and commits to memory every inch of the luscious young female standing before him.

SHE has shiny jet-black hair that cascades elegantly down HER shoulders. HER face is that of an angel with stunning beckoning eyes, riveting and quiet persuasive. HER facial features are a perfect combination of HER Spanish and Asian heritage with full rose-tinted inviting lips that seem to tease him relentlessly. With beauty timeless and incomparable, SHE has the charm of an innocent young next-door lass and yet replete with élan that could only be possessed by a sophisticated aristocrat.

Aurora, Sexy Assassin (2)
By: Joaquin d’ bootboy

Episode II: Death comes in sensuous feminine boots

The unmistakable purr of a mechanical cat heralded the arrival of a sleek bright red Lamborghini Diablo sports car as it maneuvered itself behind a copse of wild bushes and trees that dotted the long deserted stretch of white sandy beach so typical of beaches that surround the exotic island of Mactan.

Engines shut down; night sounds descended once again with only the gentle lapping of the waves hitting the sandy shores can be heard.

A tall young lovely woman with a perfect figure of a swimsuit model emerges from the driver side of the sports car. She wore a pair of knee high black leather boots with four-inch stiletto heels, with a matching short black leather skirt and a black leather bolero jacket over a body hugging white shirt. As she moves, a holstered .357 caliber Eagle pistol can be easily discern strap by her shoulder holsters.

WAR OF THE SEXES

hi this s a story of a boy studying n a school
8:30 am bell trings
we all just pack our bags nd went 2 classsroom,that waz my chemistry class,taught by miss[divorced]kussum.she was
around 5'7" always wear sexy sandals with sexy dresses.in india women mostly wear salwar kameez.so does she,but

We have recieved more information on the incidents that have been apparent at the local university involving the dominant student named Sarah P. One of the lecturers has described a scene that he saw from his office window two weeks ago. Doctor C told us exclusively:

He could hear her heels clicking on the hard tiled floor. Click-clack, click-clack, drawing closer. The tile was cold against his face, against his whole naked body, but he dare not lift himself off the floor. He could hear her coming closer, as her heels fell upon the floor. Then the sound stopped. She had arrived at his prone body on the floor and took another step forward.

It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were the white high-heeled boots.