Lessons

****This story is a completely different genre than my first, and one I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. So far, my first tory has not received any comments[…]

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My dream of you

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers[…]

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Taken

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]

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My la trip

My LA Trip I was on the phone talking to an old girlfriend and brought up an upcoming business trip I was taking to LA. She responded by telling me she hadn’t been there in[…]

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A free ride

Id never really considered myself to be gay, but i knew id be lying if i tried to tell myself that i wasnt dissapointed not to have gone home with Barry. Id never actually had[…]

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