It Is Time – A Love Story For Clocks

“Time…to DIE!?” the pendulum clock gasped. She had never had a large novelty d20 inside her before and the sensation was altogether more than she had imagined was even possible.

So hot.
“Nothing so dramatic, Tempralina. Before the grand mort, I think we all deserve a little petit mort. Doesn’t that…ring true?”
The pendulum clock chimed involuntarily. She was always so bad at concealing the rhythm of her thoughts.
“I do so enjoy how your wheels turn, my little timepiece. The precision, the grace, the…swinging.”
She vibrated. If there’s anything clocks like, it’s anticipation.
“Let’s take this elsewhere, Tempralina. I think it’s…time.”
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It Is Time – A Love Story For Clocks
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