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ANGEL THROAT

by
Stephanie Staphe


She knew what she had to do: swallow hard.


One of the hardest things in the world to do was to swallow something against her will, not to mention doing it with such force.
She knew that the upcoming spunk of turmoil was to be dangerous... possibly fatal, but this was her job... her destiny. If she did not keep the seal tight, there would be tell-tale signs for all to see and the whole gathering waiting in the hall would know of her escapades in the “green room”. She was now prepared for the expose to the press, her fans and her detractors. This was a crucial moment. DON’T fuk it up!
Tighten down on the firmness... the soft surface of this item gave plenty of cushion to keep the wet where it needed to be kept, as long as she is vigilant in her duties. Concentrate. Allow. The world is hers right now. Control is hers... right now. Control the situation.
Breath is rushing hard. Pace it. Speed it up. Slow it down. Grind and deprive the lungs till near asphixiation. It WILL be worth it.
There it is.
She never had to taste it...it was to deep... but she WOULD taste it later, unless...

“Rolaids, please”.



















You know what this is....don't ya?
Well, what does it LOOK like?
You've seen these many times...
YES, it's a scratch-n-sniff box.
Go ahead...grab a coin or screw driver or nail-head
and start in on the scratchin' away.




O-KAYYY!!!
NOW! What do you smell?
You SHOULD smell something like an idot for scratching the fuk out of your monitor.

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