Tag: short story

The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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Missing You

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “Shut up,” he mumbles. She looks over at him and rolls her eyes, scooting herself away from him. Leaving his back exposed and cold, she knows it would unnerve him to lose his warmth.  He rolls over and groans, “It was just a joke.” He can’t tell with his eyes…

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