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You kiss by the book
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
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Coffee, extra cream
Emerging from the subway to the rainy street, she popped her umbrella open and proceeded across the street and down the block. The dull grey of the day made the warm amber glow…
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Bruises
She’s laying with her head on my chest, cheek turned against my sternum, fingertips dragging slowly up and down my ribs, over and over. It’s nearly 3am and we’ve been going at it…
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How It Always Starts
Kissing and talking is how it always starts, isn’t it? He starts undressing me and touching between my legs. I’m getting wet fast and with his left hand on the middle of my…