Seamstress
by J. Bradley
The cab split the thread of oncoming traffic into water barrels and telephone poles.
“Why did you have to tase the driver?” xTx said, her eyes pried open by terror, mouth wet with want.
“I didn't want him to watch”, Sarah said, before the tattoo on her wrist disappeared up xTx's skirt. The crack of the guard rail drowned out xTx's moan.
“Why did you have to tase the driver?” xTx said, her eyes pried open by terror, mouth wet with want.
“I didn't want him to watch”, Sarah said, before the tattoo on her wrist disappeared up xTx's skirt. The crack of the guard rail drowned out xTx's moan.
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Author's Note
This is hint slash-fic. No cabs were hurt in the writing of this story.
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So many views, so little comment?!
I think it's really cool although I'm still wondering about barrels and telephone poles. And on my first read through I got "taste the driver" which was off putting but once I read it correctly the thread came together interestingly. Great title, too, by the way...