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Eve is eating a plum. The plum is cold and how it got cold is sort of a mystery, but there are mysteries everywhere and the cold juice on her face doesn't really incline her to worry much about mysteries.
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There are a couple of hooks to hang clothes and a curtain that acts as the fourth wall so you can hide yourself, your lady and your car in one cloth swoop. Lili closes the curtain and there’s the sound of metal on metal as the curtain rings rake across
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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I was going to explain how it was all pre-planned, how we’d bought the boat for me to live on while she rediscovered herself in the slums of southeast Asia. How she needed to “do her own thing” for a bit, hang with the forsaken souls of the world, h
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She lifts her head, nose heavenward. There’s a wet spot on my dress from our lovemaking, its aroma as heady as Claudine’s bouillabaisse. I hope she smells it.
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He got up and peered through the blinds again. Cold air slithered in through the window frame. It was freezing out. His cousin should have been back by now. Alvin had gone to get beer almost thirty minutes ago. That was a long time considering…
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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At 27, he wasn’t my first.
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Hold me, you, because I like it, long-dong silver, slacking slob.
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Her thumbs tucked beneath the waistline of her pants, slightly pulling them down to expose the eternity between belly button and bliss. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue along the rail of her hip, sucking at its point.
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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Esteemed members of the academy, why would Blanche let Stanley finger fuck her in the kitchen in the middle of the day? I asked for brains. We know she’s sexy. We know she’s damaged. We know that story.
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I’m squatting naked over the hand mirror, feet cold on the terrazzo floor, looking at my winking arsehole.
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When you sit on your Mama’s porch with your friend’s eight foot boa constrictor around your neck think: “Long lines"...You tense, he tenses. You freak out, you’re dead. He’s not a kitten, OK? He’s not a puppy. He’s not your Mama’s love “surprise.”
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