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Submitted to Contest #339
I never thought I'd get to hold Avery again, and I never thought it would be like this. I'm literally holding her. With my feet.She won't look me in the eyes. She looks above my head, down at our hands, at my tits a few times like she just can't help it.We agreed I'd be the base, she'd be the flyer, so I laid on my back, lined my feet up with her pelvis, and took her hands in mine. Then she took a breath, released it, and I lifted her off the ground. Her muscles are rigid, lips pulled into an unamused line."Now, take a breath," Durva instruc...
Submitted to Contest #338
The wind's icy fingers grip my bones, my hoodie doing little to protect me from the season's first cold snap. I yank my sleeves down over my hands, shifting my weight as I try in vain to keep warm. The sour stench of wet garbage wafts through the alley as I wait. This has never been the most glamorous spot, but the rain really kills the vibe.I check my phone again, still nothing. Dahlia told me her friend is always late, and honestly I wouldn't care, but I'm freezing my ass off.I pull out my phone again to call her, interrupted by the crunch...
Don't marry your high school sweetheart.If I could go back and give myself one piece of advice, that's what it would be. Not that I would have listened. I was young. I thought I was in love.For eight years, I thought I was in love.That's not true.For about five years, I thought it was love.At sixteen, I swore he was the one. We fell head over heels for each other; we did it all.First kiss. First base. First awkward, sweaty sex in the back of his mom's Dodge Neon.And of course Junior prom, senior prom, graduation. He was at every birthday, ev...
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