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4 days ago | 
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Randos S2E2: The text message simply said, “Very clever.”I had to admit the giant loop-de-do of death was quite majestic at sunset, but there was nothing on God’s green Earth that would make me get on that thing. When Evan had gone to use the restroom, I’d scampered away faster than a mouse about to be some cat’s last meal.
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5 days ago | 
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May 24th Microfiction (Wednesday)Catch up on part one before reading part two…Two days after that fateful night in the alley with Officer Brick I woke up with a pounding headache and my pillow covered in drool. Lovely. That cookie cake and bottle of whiskey didn’t stand a chance against my anxiety and subsequent relief. There is still some of the cookie left, but that bottle of whiskey is gone. The only remnants of it are that of a two-day hangover that might turn into three.
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6 days ago | 
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June 1st Microfiction (Pride)Catch up on parts one through five before reading part six…Frank had been seeing a lot more of me lately and he didn’t seem thrilled about it. At first, he was happy that I was coming in and catching him up on my life, but when my bar tab kept getting higher, he’d had enough. Since Pen and I ended things, I hadn’t wanted to be alone, but since my circle of friends had families and jobs, I had to make do.
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1 week ago | 
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A preference opposed to a ruleIt started the first time he held my hand, and his thumb grazed the inside of my wrist. An altogether simple touch of affection that made my core ache for those hands on every piece of my body. The delicate balance of my softness to his ruggedness was a wicked treat to the senses. It didn’t matter if his hands were traveling up my thigh to my drenched center or if they were running along my shoulder in a gesture of comfort. That spark of need was always there.
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2 weeks ago | 
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Randos 1: She was beginning to realise how far down in her memory she’d buried her teenage years. It was an ordinary day at the park. She’d been waiting for him to show, but he never did. She waited for hours, that much she remembered, everything else was a blur. She was beginning to realise how far down in her memory she’d buried her teenage years. This was the catalyst for the memory loss. She couldn’t explain why, but she knew. They’d been “dating” since she was 14 and he was 16.
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2 weeks ago | 
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May 13th Microfiction (cake)As I run down the street towards the alley in only my jeans I can’t help but wonder where’d I gone wrong…. I’d met Willie at the bar, he wanted to go back to his place, and the man was fine as Sunday morning, I’d be a fool to say no. Not two minutes after getting inside his house my tee was off and my bra followed shortly thereafter. Before his lips could wrap around one pebbled nipple the door was being flung open by a mad woman. That would be Willie’s wife, Beatrice.
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2 weeks ago | 
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Sometimes it really is that simple…He was a Gemini and she, a Taurus. She preferred coffee and he preferred tea, but they both drank whiskey. She watched him rack the balls, but he didn’t have anybody to play with. He could have been waiting for someone. She didn’t really care. He was tall, handsome, and those big hands of his were just begging to be on her body. “Need somebody to play with, hot stuff?”He blushed. How charming.
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2 weeks ago | 
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May 10th Microfiction (sunny)I’d lived my last day. This would be my goodbye. There would be no note. There would be nobody left to worry. I’d burned all of my bridges to get to this point. My parents abandoned me at twelve. My boyfriend got shot of me when I told him I cheated. I didn’t. My best friend stopped being that when I called her a whore. She wasn’t. For what felt like eons I’ve been alone. I would be doing the world a favor. There would be no more sunny days where I was going.
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1 month ago | 
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April 19th Microfiction (chances)Check out parts one through four before reading part five…While I wait for Kai I slip on a cardigan to cover myself up a little. I don’t want to change, but I don’t want to be in something too revealing and give him the wrong idea about this. This little meetup is purely to get answers. Nothing more, nothing less. When a knock comes at the front door my heart starts to beat faster and the moths in my belly decide to take flight. Fuck me.
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1 month ago | 
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April 23rd Microfiction (space)Most nights I loved it when you were the big spoon. The way your long legs would interlock with mine from behind brought me a feeling of safety and peace. You’d wrap an arm around my waist to pull me closer, making sure we fit together like the most perfect of puzzle pieces. Once we were settled your lips would find my shoulder, leaving gentle kisses up my neck. Sometimes you’d whisper in my ear sweet nothings that would have my pussy aching for your cock.
