Perhaps the impending rain would wash the blood from her back lawn and her "crime" might yet go ignored by the "proper" authorities. She was still a bit sore, but comfortably so. The whip was broken in three places and would probably be framed for "posteriority" as one of her fondest lovers from the past would call it.
Just then Krista noticed something which took her from her plesant reverie...
...the boy toy was still past out beside her, and her thighs bruised and raw from the night before...who ever thought 18 year olds could be so much fun. She quietly rolled out of his bed, found her clothing scattered throughout his apartment and left without a sound. She new what job she had to do today and couldn't wait, she was overflowing with anticipation. She jumped in her car and speed away to her safehouse. A non-descript hous in..oh, lets say Bloomfield...is headquaters to her little shop of horrors. The car goes into the garage, and Krista comes out, and into the house. The keypad bleeps as it lets her into her inner-sanctum, and orgy of death and destruction. (at this point RedChr decides to stop with the cliches...maybe...)
You realize, of course, that this is the first step to a career in being fabulous. The public at large is becoming fascinated with every nuance of your life. Don't let this revelation affect your behavior too much, or you'll risk straying from the path of fabulousness. Or fabulocity. Or whatever the appropriate word is.
That said, make sure Spain's good and ready for you - if you broke Europe it would likely come to someone's attention.
Hmmm...art. Not high art, but something I suffer for nonetheless. I believe I've just created my best 80's disc yet... And the cover's almost done, too. If you're interested, I can send you a copy along with a package that I'm sending to the driver of the petting zoo...
We have that medical weed program here, but it cost $150 to get in, and I guess they monitor everything. I'm really not sure how it all works, and the cheap bastard inside of me keeps saying, " why fuckin' pay for someting that I could grow myself; it's just protection money!"
The toy thing would be great! How much would it'll cost?
Now let me give this story a try:
...Krista returned to the boy in her room, who lay still sleeping. She quietly and gently tied his arms behind his back, and each foot to a bed pole.
She then mildly lubed up the boy lad's anus, and then revealed her Jackhammer Jesus vibe. With a sly grin she rammed it into the boy, while rubbing the other end against herself.
The boy let out a whimper, which she quickly muffled by shoving her still moistened panties into his mouth.
Cover's finished... woohoo! Now to get ready to head off to the movies...
Dunno how I'd notice it's members only. I just click and it's there. You take whatever time you like, I happen to be a fan of Krista doing whatever the fuck she pleases...
Krista awoke that cloudy day, with a feeling of excitement...cause she knew that it was going to be a day of Bongwater....but sadly her partner in crime Erin is a lously sleep addicit that slept way past her alarm...damn her all to hell...so no Bongwater and No Flea Market....then Krista wondered why is called a Flea Market? does there stuff have fleas? Is that why her friend Erin had a flea infested apartment?.....The Krista went and layed on her Bed Listening to Nick Cave...thinking of the naughtness of the nights before with the graffiti covered headboard and everything and everyone lived happily everafter.....and the soap Operah watchers can survive cause hopefully they have got their fix for the day.....The end
Oh, I've been here and there, I was at 80's night not this past Thursday, but the one before, when D was there. she was nice enough to give my sick ass a ride home. And, no, your the one with the bloody crime lair, I was simple starting to tell the events of your secret identity as a Femme Fatal...Just like you regular identity, but with more 9mm guns with silencers...Oh, and whips and riding crops, I'm sure...
"What to do with the body?" she puzzled. The sun did not play on the shrine of rings, watches, and bone as it did the day before. Adding another trophy seemed then a good idea. Now it was just another time constraint. Albeit, there is time to masturbate. "There's always time to masturbate!" the voices chorused.
After a short nap. Krista knew the chemicals steeping in the trunk of the stolen car had near volatility. Krista knew the Senator's motorcade had parked at the brothel. Krista knew the girlfriend of the bouncer of the club across the street had left town. Krista knew the Senator's son's art school transgressions at last avenged.
" Do you like apples?" a voice cooed. " How do like them apples?" she cackled the answer. Krista knew excitement.
Dear Journal Entry,
James is my femme bitch, she will bake me cookies and I will sodomize her in my kitchen and take pictures of it all with a soviet camera.
Krista awoke that cloudy day , with a feeling of excitement . Today was to be the first step in her conquest of the planet known as Earth ( Which she was of course planning to tell her co-conqueror about at some point but hey , when inspiration hits you roll with it . ) . After leaving the vast majority of a certain midwestern state in smoking ruins , and raping and pillaging her way to the capital city , she made her demands to the leaders of said state . " Give me control of your puny state and free run of the place and I'll let you all serve as my personal servants for as long as you entertain me . " Cowering in fear , the governing body of the puny state realized that the Dread Pirate Krista had them hopelessly outmatched and even the entire police force and National Guard could not stand up to her ruthless onslaught . " We agree to your demands , mistress . We shall serve you loyally . " With a wicked smile Krista entered her knew fortress . After making a few calls she had amassed to her side her most trusted allies , The Legion Of Super-Freaks ( Cue Rick James theme music ) . "Excellent . " she purred . "Now that we have one state , we can take all ajoining states with little effort . Soon the entire world will be ours...MWAH , HA , HA , HA!!!!! " As the Legion all joined in with their own evil laughter they went to the War Room for many alcoholic beverages that would assist them in planning their next step in world domination . It was only a matter of time...
You know what us Trekkies like to do to uptight Ohio christian bitches? Use a phaser on stun, take them to a sound stage in Van Nuys, tie them to a bed and use them as a victim in another Klingon Gang Bang movie. 12 Klingon warriors, 5 Klingon women with 12" tritanium strap-ons and one uptight Ohio bitch. Why do you think they invented the phrase, "there are Klingons on Uranus"?
then she went to see the giant show house in york pennslyvania!
heh,
i feel SO much better... my energy level is really kicking! so much more than before! heh. i might start AM exercising! ... might... well... maybe... i dunno... ZZZ ZZZZ
trilo 
make it sunny