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With so many tags here on Opuss, I thought it might be useful to gather them together.
With so many tags here on Opuss, I thought it might be useful to gather them together.
Falling deeply into madness. At least that's what they are saying, they said I made it up in my mind, falling into wonderland and joining the mad hatters crew and all that.
#household #sink #twistedopuss I can feel myself going down Twisting and spiralling the wrong way round Being pulled deeper into the dark Down into the plug hole of life I'm falling. Cartwheeling.
Smooth, tanned skin on show; feminine bodies entwined with cold metal. Every muscle feels the rhythm of the music, moves in time, sending on-lookers into a lust-filled trance.
Just one more for the #twistedopuss. Like a sheath it drapes over her skin. Softly reminding him of the delights within. The finest silk,the colour of gold. Every inch , every contour, every fold.
#twistedopuss The wind howls through the graveyard, ruining precious gifts left on the resting places of loved ones. A hunched elderly man and a young woman sit by an overgrown, unmarked plot.
#twistedOpuss Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls.
#twistedopuss Flashes of blue, a siren squeals A speeding car with screeching wheels An officer yells "I'm in pursuit" "Suspect is wearing a mint green suit" The driver of the stolen car Was out of...
For #twistedopuss challenge It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
#twistedopuss A few bits of language and adult themes. The car shuddered as it rattled over the morse of potholes; these communicated only annoyance as Erica threw the Merc around the bends.
Reposting for @Nom 's #twistedOpuss idea As I lie here, letting thoughts wander... Your warmth caresses me, Your scent comforts me, And nothing can hurt me.
Reposting for @Nom 's #twistedOpuss idea She stands patiently, Breathing calmly, Eyes fixed on the lights, Waiting for her time.
"Sir, we have searched the room high and low, but there is no sign of a murder weapon" said young Constable Skinner to me.
She ran, her chest heaving and heart pumping, nerves and fear ran through her veins. Adrenalin, sweat, nerves. She felt exhausted, but knew she had to keep on.
As it seems everyone is having a moan at how 'dead' Opuss seems to be at the moment, I thought I'd suggest another themed challenge.