Deep

DEEP By: vapidvector It was a summer afternoon in Georgia and it was hotter than hell. We were spending the day with some friends of ours, helping them pack for their move to Illinois. They[…]

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Miss blue dress

That dress slashed to the thigh, I will trace it with my tongue. The belt that cinches it at the waist Shall become a ring of kisses. Those hips will cut me I know, If[…]

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The wood

It was cold. I lay hidden behind the bush close to the grassy path lining through the dark wood, it was my fifth night waiting. Often times a man or a group would walk past,[…]

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French and wet

The Perfect Hand Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that[…]

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Eagle's feathers

Barbara Walters once visited a large Indian reservation to do a story. While she walked around talking to the inhabitants she spotted a young Brave with a single eagle feather sticking up in his headband.[…]

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