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Fuel Season 3: Episode 25 – Revolution of the Dynasty

Pretty Penny Potgieter Returns to Fuel in an attempt to make Plain Jane eat her words from last week

11th of April – Season 3 Penny felt a little uncomfortable with the cloth tied around her head. For one thing, it made it appear as though she was blind when that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, she could see right through the material. But she wore it s...

Fuel Season 3: Episode 10 – New Girls Day

New girls Savana and Plain Jane Deyi look to show the fandom what they've got tonight.

8th of November – Season 3 Jane Deyi – or Plain Jane Deyi as Moodswing had renamed her – was excited! How could she not be? Last week, she’d won the Duchess of Drag title on her debut episode! She’d been excited all week long, having gone to bed with the...

Arbour Games [S3] – A Fuel Story

In the first PPV of the season, the new Formula-X Queen must face off with 'The Diamond' of F-X.

26th of September – Season 3 Devì stared at the Arbour Games poster that had her and Stevie on it and couldn’t help but be disappointed. Does this make me look fat? Looks were very important to Devì and she was unapologetic about it. Devì wondered why the...

Table for Two

Whole new dining experience

We sat at our favourite table by the window. I’m not the jealous type, but I know what I saw last night! There you were, with a smug grin on your face. Shamelessly, licking your lips like a brazen hussy. The same lips that I thought were reserved for me?...


Unknown Feelings

Sitting here in the dark.

Missing you,Needing you,Wanting you,Knowing I cant have you,Which causes me to want you more,We were there for each other,Through it all,Deaths,Injuries,Tears,We had each other at our highest moments,And tried to at our lowest,We have hurt each other,In m...

Hate with a hint of longing.Scorn with a tinge of craving. Disdain with shades of desire. Loathing laced with fire. A curse yet almost a prayer.A scream and a whisper. A war-cry and a lullaby.Your truth and your lie. As your lips curl in a slur,Your eyes,...

Know Thyself

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock.

How old am I, for god's sake? I mean really. Does she like me? Does she 'like' like me? Do we ever really grow up. I thought we had an understanding. Apparently not. Oh, to hell with it. At least I know myself well enough to look inside, and laugh at myse...

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I pride myself on being a contented guy, But I can’t help looking at this tree with jealousy in my eye. He has a heart yet he has not a single feeling, If I were like him then I’d not have known this feeling like my heart needs healing. He’s been standing...


Another took her place

At his side, where she belongs That other woman lies And in her nightmares and her dreams That other woman dies More than a hundred different ways With bullets, poison, knives But in her nightmares and her dreams She has a thousand lives Yet when they mee...

The Promise

The old story of love and betrayal

A promise from my lover isthe glass upon the floor,broken by my lover and hisdirty, fucking whore. A promise from my lover isthe glass beneath my feetwhich cuts me and unfolds to me my lover’s black deceit. A promise from my lover isthe blood that wakes t...

Our lust once divine Our love still a treasureOur souls for ever as oneOur beings each others support I want you to be mineI crave for your pleasureI lied, your lust undoneI fucked up, my life cut short You I want to enshrineYou were my Zephyr You I see m...

Inspiration is twisted... i now have inspiration

I looked on as though again it was happiness at my expense

Inspiration is twisted… I now have inspiration.Nicola from Almagretta. I had no idea Valetta had such a sound, almost as if she had been dumb a year and a half lingering in my room & once dragged to Italy. But tonight she blossomed… in another man’s hands...