It was a chilly January morning in California as Miranda stepped into her favourite shoe shop. Her eyes carefully examined every shoe in the store but her beady eyes caught one pair in particular. Laid on top of a tall white platform was a pair of brown crocs. She started to walk closer to the beautiful shoes, getting nearer to the footwear. As she was about to lay her scrawny hands on the crocs, claiming them for herself, another hand bumps into Miranda's. She looked up to see a tall man looked down upon her. Their eyes locked over the crocs. An ominous smell of urine fills the air. "I'm so sorry, the shoes looked so beautiful. I do love a pair of crocs," exclaimed the tall man. "Me too" said Miranda with a girlish giggle. She found the man's lanky figure and warm smile a turn on. "My name's Miranda by the way" as she lifts her right hand to give him a handshake. "Nicholas, it's a pleasure to meet you." The two exchanged glances as their hands gently touch each other. "I'm actually quite the croc enthusiast. I have a collection at home if you want to have a look." Miranda's spine started to shiver with excitement. "YES! I would love to!" Miranda squealed.
The couple exchanged stories to pass the time as they walked to Nick's home. They finally arrive at Nick's house and he opens the door, ushering Miranda in. She is immediately welcomed to the sight of crocs of every colour. They were draped all over the walls and furniture; even the floors were covered in crocs. Miranda was overwhelmed with the glorious decorations. "It's just sheer beauty" uttered Miranda. "I know, 7 years of collecting." But before she could indulge herself in the copious amounts of crocs she had the desire to pee. "Where's your bathroom?" "Just down the hallway. I'll make us some coffee...okay?" "That's fine."
She strolled down the hallway and tried to open the first door she could see. Locked. She moved to the next door and opened it with ease. The room was dark and hard to see into but there was a strong smell of urine emitting from the room so she assumed it was the bathroom. She tried feeling around for a light switch but no luck. So she decided to feel her way around the room until she found the crapper. Her fingertips started to feel the familiar cold ceramics of a toilet and so she started to urinate. As soon as her urine left her system, the lights flared up with a loud whoosh to reveal a glittery room covered with whips, chains and pictures of Edward Cullen. Dangling in the corner she could see the lifeless body of Kristen Stewart, not sure whether she was dead or alive. Nicolas ran into the room to see Miranda squatting over his customised Edward Cullen toilet. He locked the door behind him. His eyes slowly looked up from the floor "I see you've stumbled upon my twilight love chamber."
He walked calmly over to Miranda and began to passionately kiss her. She was too scared to stop what she felt was so right. The couple striped and gently caressed each other's warm bodies as their love turned into a roaring lust for one another. Kristen Steward watched on endlessly as she violently masturbated as the pair began to have full blown sex. They went at it for hours, in every position they could think of.
Miranda was almost about to reach orgasm when she heard a loud crash from behind her. A dark figure wearing a pink tracksuit stood in the doorframe.
"T...Taylor it's not what you think..." Nicholas stuttered
"I heard the noises from outside; I thought someone was hurting you. But I see how it is...You chose Edward over me?!"
Suddenly the tracksuit Taylor Lautner was wearing ripped itself off his tight bod and started to attack Miranda. Strangling her with a mighty rage. Nicolas quickly pushed the tracksuit off Miranda's throat. She collected her clothes as fast as she could and ran out of the house.