Burning passion

The band playing ends its set, and I turn off my camera. The guitar player comes up to me, his body inches from mine, and smiles. "Hey, can I see those pictures? We have to[…]

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Jen's wild night out

One day, as the wind whispered soft promises of meadows blooming with spring and lazy streams with blue gills pussy willows robin red breast blue birds and soft sarsaparilla sodas, Jen Jizzwhistle wanted to get[…]

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