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Please

When he stopped, she lay there in agony. Her breasts throbbed, the skin-tight and pulsing. She closed her eyes and sobbed, begging behind her gag for him to let her go. A hand cupped her breast, tweaking the bruised nipple so hard she groaned. The hand slid down her body to her spread thighs undaunted …

Please

It was the sharp smell of alcohol that pulled her from oblivion. Her head felt like an overfilled balloon, tight and floaty. She hadn’t felt this shitty in a long time. Opening her eyes, she closed them again with a groan as the harsh light stung her eyes and nausea assaulted her. It took a …

Please

“Tell me you’re not walking through the neighborhood alone again?” Katie’s voice filtered through the static of the phone. She was a thousand miles away, but it was comforting to hear from her friend. “You’re my backup, that’s why I call you. If someone kidnaps me, you’ll call 911 from clear across the country.” ​Haley …

Please

I’ve decided to post this here. My decision was born out of my belief that I will never be a successful published author. I’m not saying it because I want a pity party, just stating facts as I see them. I’m okay with it, but it doesn’t make my desire to write less strong. So …

Seat 19B

Missy (2) and Cynthia have a start, but I’m admittedly curious about Patrick. Shit. Patrick bounced Kyle on his knee, silently cursing the slip of his tongue. What had possessed him to admit to the affair? A moment of weakness brought on by fatigue, surely. Work had been crazy and Cynthia had coaxed him into opening …

And Then

Turn on you stomach Raise that lovely ass high Spread impatient thighs Wide. Wide. Wider. That’s my girl A cunt so sweet Scenting the air I smell I inhale. All of you Let tentative fingers touch Slowly tease dewy lips Uh uh, not until I say Go until I say stop Show me what’s mine …

Small Feelings

Intellectually she can see her worth Herself painted in beautiful pictures Being objective, she is a majestic being Except Her majesty is obscured by uncertainty The painting seems less vibrant And intellect can’t stop feelings. You feel me? Reconciling self is hard The world pities and destroys Not that she needs any help Or would …