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I Have a Whittling Fetish

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support 3 People

    Experimental Fiction - I Wood Like to Not Be Judged Harshly

    It started at a young age. I grew up in a tightly knit group of woodsmen and woodswomen; we lived in pelt under harsh summer sun and bleak winter nights. We hunted during the day and at night we sat in our lean-tos drinking sun-tea and passing round a comically oversized opium...
    UnoriginalForumID UnoriginalForumID
    31-35, M
    10 Responses Apr 1, 2009

    In the Name of the Grandfather Clock,

    the wooden spoon, and the holy spirit gum. My last confession was... hmmm, I woodn't know ...never. But here sits I.  So, out with it, I guess: Ah, I've got a whittling fetish.  A big one.  Not quite as big as the Atlantic Ocean, but maybe more like.. a town car...
    tearaway tearaway
    26-30, F
    58 Responses Apr 17, 2009
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