Daily Denial

Before the crack of dawn Katie finally barred the door at the Kiel Over Inn with that heavy metal beam. Only after a thorough wipe down and a vast quantity of bleach. She batted her large blue eyes at the inspector hoping the dormant and departed Standard Moxie and Libby Snippy would remain mute in their obscured cranny at Koehring Grand Central House. Katie’s only regret was that the battered and mangled Cyrus Plush had been discovered before she could place him to decay with his two decadent damsels for all of eternity.


Daily Squeak

via Daily Prompt: Gate

As luck would have it Katie emerged after luxuriating in her Tiparillo smoke filled stall just in time to see Standard, Libby, and Cyrus exit the Kiel Over Inn’s swinging saloon doors. Needless to say Katie did not bar the doors at this moment, but rather exited out the back with the heavy metal door bar in tow. With only the squeak of the side gate to give away her pursuit which went unnoticed by our trio as geometrical possibilities and sweet satiation visions pulsed through them all.


Daily Geometry

via Daily Prompt: Lollipop

Libby was the furthest thing from Standard’s mind this night in the Kiel Over Inn. She just felt the sweet ache in her jaw from last nights proceedings in the back office of this very establishment after last call. Armed with hotel room for tonight she would not be the only on doling out the lickin’. But when Libby entered the bar and covered the shortest possible distance between two points directly to Ms. Moxie, new geometrical possibilities arose for the nights enjoyment of tonight’s extremely large and lush Plush lollipop.


Daily Machinations

Slim Snippy and Libby Chaquita married very young. Or at least Libby did. Slim was four years her elder at a point in their lives when four years was a world apart. But they fell into a lip locked limb entwined embrace from the get go and didn’t let go until little Conrad Snippy was conceived. Libby became Snippy in short order and disastrous machinations were set in motion. In the little town of Kiel there was no margin for error.


Daily Consolation

via Daily Prompt: Edible

Libby Snippy had been inconsolable after the loss of her only child. She felt he was the one bright spot in her otherwise inconsolable life. It was then that Libby began to eat everything that was edible. She devoured everything, everywhere, at every hour. Even her bed was included in her feasting frenzy. However it wasn’t until little Ms. Moxie slid into her life that she learned to soil her sheets in a more vigorous and satiating fashion.


Daily Lush

via Daily Prompt: Savor

Standard Moxie always knew how to enjoy herself. When she was a young woman she always felt a tingle in places she was just learning that she had places; especially when young boys groped her with their eyes. Even when older men violated her with their whole being. She basked in their attentions. But it seemed when those attentions manifested they always lacked a few of that manifests line items. Then at the age of forty she learned to savor her sexuality. Looking at her new item, twenty five year old bartender Cyrus Plush, she had a lot of savoring going on all within her various and sundry places. Her savor was brimming to the rim of her tightly wound, packed, and stacked raven haired vessel. As she raised the cocktail glass to her color coordinated dripping ruby red lips she caught a glimpse of their reflected lushness in the liquid. Savoring would soon be commencing in her room down the road at the Inn shortly. 


Daily Bar

Standard Moxie sat at the end of the cheap laminate surface that was the bar in The Kiel Over Inn. Cigarette burns marred the once festive surface of the bar just as life had it’s way with Standard’s exterior. Her still luxurious posterior shifted languidly on the naugahyde bar stool as she devoured the bartenders own buttocks with her eyes. But when Libby Snippy entered the Inn the bartender knew it would be Katie bar the door. Alas Katie was in the loo smoking a Tiparillo as she was wont to do near last call time in this sleepy Wisconsin town. Katie could only testify at the inquest that she knew Ms. Moxie had taken a room at The Koehring Grand Central House. How and why the bartenders abused and tormented remains had been discovered in Standard’s room was beyond Katie since he was alone in the saloon that evening when Katie did bar the door. Nor could she offer insight into the current whereabouts of Ms. Snippy or Moxie.