glimpses shared by our authors
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They tipped their chins upward when they exhaled chestfuls of smoke, in a way that had come, I noted - within this particular culture - to lend an aura of ... read more -
I punish my boss by making him overtly raw, deeply vegan food. Neither of us are vegan, mind you, but I know him well enough to know that he's a ... read more -
I got dressed, carefully, before leaving for the picnic, the day's "main" event, or so it presented itself in my head. It was frigid out, which dulled my mood, and ... read more -
It was to early in the morning for him to be making choices about the nature of there relationship. It was two o'clock, he had worked all day and was ... read more -
there's a place on your chin that doesn't grow hair. the skin is always smooth, and i like touching it when we kiss. your lips are soft, and your eyes ... read more -
She writes: His fingers and tongue have worked my body to the point where the slightest touch makes me shiver. When he strokes my clitoris with the head of his ... read more -
She writes: ... My toes curl against the sheet as my body arches to be nearer to him, to bring him deeper into me. I want more. I want him. ... read more -
I sit on my bed, cross legged, writing and smoking a cigarette, smoke blowing out of the window because they don't allow smoking at my dorm. I think about Christian ... read more -
She writes: I want to be kissed fiercely. Pushed up against a wall with one hand while the other explores my lace knickers. She writes: So when I burn in ... read more -
He promised me that, Tristan at nineteen with the world in front of him. He gave me a ring and promised, promised that the next time he gave me anything ... read more
