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Anywhere But Here
The white of the gown reminded Lorraine of the first fallen snow on the first day of winter. A Vera Wang original the bodice was cut low to show her curves but not low enough to be indecent. She was getting married in a church not a whore house after all. The work of art hung regally, constructed of organza and beads that hung on the fabric like tiny diamonds. Lorraine stood in front of her form fitting A line wedding dress in silent wonder. Tomorrow with the help of her bridesmaids, she would carefully step in to it, starting the rest of her life. Tomorrow, May 18th would be…
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Kate and M
It was dark, and quiet without her in the room. We’d had a fight and I was now laying alone in the queen size expanse of our bed, thinking about the dumb reason we had fought. I began thinking about how it felt when we had make-up sex though it didn’t seem like she was coming back for it or ever. I began to absent mindedly run my hands over my naked body, teasing my nipples thinking of her, and her wicked tongue. My fingers tweaked my beaded nipples. Then they slid down my body to my slowly moistening cunt. I thought about her being there while I began to…