Step up part 1

Step up I can barely remember when it all started. I think it was two years after my mother died. My step dad got everything. she never made a proper will, there was no need,[…]

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A night of dancing

Slowly making my way across the crowded room to you, feeling your presence more than seeing you. Finally I am standing in front of you, feeling you eyes trace up my skin, the bare feet[…]

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Saturday night out

Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos[…]

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