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Irresistible

February 6, 2008

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I’m in the shower on Saturday night and I know what I’m going to do. Know as I throw my head back, run my fingers through my hair,  let the hot water splash over my face. I don’t know who I’m going to let have me. I just know I want rougher hands to be here. […]

Do you Remember the First Time?

January 26, 2008

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“Hi Mr. Drayton, can I come in?” I smiled weakly, pushing my handbag back over my shoulder, hoping the request wouldn’t be turned down. Mr. Drayton took some time to answer. He glanced up and down the street, a little perplexed. He looked back at me, seeming surprised to see my eyes still fixed on […]

Hole

January 22, 2008

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I’ll be waiting for you. When you’re hard at work I’ll be prettying myself for when you become free. I’ll take a long slow soak in the tub, cover every inch of me with my fingers, slowly. Continued here https://ichigostarfish.wordpress.com/hole/

The Eyes on the Train

January 16, 2008

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The tall dark-haired beauty had glided down the escalator, weaved snakelike through the crowd, irritated by each of the little people endlessly surrounding her. Public transport was unfamiliar to her, she was used to taking taxis, yet despite the crowd she was able to avoid the usual bumps and sidesteps. Confidence in her beauty empowered […]

Oblivious

January 13, 2008

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Carrie stood at the edge of the crowd, nervously pushing her hair back over her ear, her face pretty but anxious. She looked down at herself, checking her clothes one last time as the noise of the crowd, mostly teenage boys, grew. She stood on her toes, stretching up to see above the sea of […]

Advance, Retreat.

January 11, 2008

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     Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees, long slender legs and graceful strides, sun-kissed bodies on display. The rays beat down on the clear water where men shielded their eyes but watched, the smooth motion of lithe bodies move. Splashes and quiet chatter were all that disturbed the tranquil […]

Commuter Dating

January 10, 2008

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You’re sitting on the London to Newcastle train late at night, you’re tired and the train is almost deserted. It slowly crawls into Peterborough station, and you stare through the black window into the dim gloom. You hear the sound of paper bags rustling and glance up. I just got on board, tall, slim, long […]