Stories tagged sex

The Red Suitcase: Part 1

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He had become an accessory to a murder.

The Red Suitcase: (Conclusion)

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—You must be joking, he laughed.

Sex, Drugs & The Tao Te Ching

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The Dude asked Ed: "What about Love, Man?" Ed shrugged. "Love is just acceptance." Words that would change my life forever.

Sex & Love Addicts Anonymous

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Liz spied the box of Kleenex right away. She sat down at the chair closest to the Kleenex.

The Atheist of Mirrors

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Don't mistake my eyes for supplication. My invisibility is your nightmare.

He Ages

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'love is when the body goes away.'

Carpe Diem

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And as you try to read, he appears. No, not in front of you, but somewhere just behind your eyes. You hear the sound at the end of an argument, just before the kiss; you see a shirt fall to the ground in late summer; you watch him read as his mouth

Sentimental Bo--

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Her eyes joined his

Making Love- Circa Y2K

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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...

Consent In The Age Of Kevin Spacey

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"I didn't ask you to unhook my bra." her words were blunt and bitter in blue and white iMessaging font. A gap of an hour went by and he grappled with what to say next. "I'm sorry." was all he finally came up with. "I thought you wanted me to. You

Water, Not Fire

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I'll still want the blinds open and the lights on, to see the papier-mache of our flesh fighting death away to the century mark, even if you only want to live until a ripe eighty-two.

Nocturne

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The single halter that I have -- a candle, or a torch, though fulgent -- is no solvent to absence. I eat in silence; I take, finally, like some communion wafer, a thought on my tongue, and swallow the cusp of evening.

April Wheeler

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Where am I? The void between life and death. The light at the end is flickering, not as bright nor as strong as I’d hope it would be.

Trader Joe's, on a Sunday

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When you think I'm not looking, I always am. You say it's like nicotine, your best analogy as a non-smoker. The kind of hit that is hard to live without and isn't it human nature, you ponder.

Conspiracy Theory

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We're not running this by the women. We'll tell them what they like. We've always done that.