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Naughty Little Red

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“Wake up sleepy head. Your grandmother isn’t feeling well today and I made a basket for you to bring to her,” called Little Red’s mother as she stood at Little Red’s bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest waiting for a sign of life from her daughter.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Grandma is always sick,” replied Little Red as she attempted to roll over but was stopped instantly.

“Little Red! Get up this instant, shower and get dressed,” growled her mother, raising her voice to let her daughter know she meant business.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” cried Little Red as she jumped out of bed and padded her way into the bathroom to get ready for her visit with her grandmother.

She closed the wooden door with a groan and turned on the faucet waiting patiently for the right temperature. Not to hot and not too cold. ‘Finally,’ she said as she stepped into the steamy water, soaped up, rinsed and soaped up again. The floral scent of her soap smelt so good to her senses that Little Red had to finally put the soap down before she got carried away and god-forbid got caught pleasuring herself.

Knowing her mother would be impatient, she finished her shower and opened the door and jumped. “Mom,” she said while holding her heart. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” (more…)

Given Up On Love

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Thomas,

This is the last time you will hear from me. Don’t try to find me. I don’t wish to be found. It is over between us. There’s no going back. You did this, you alone with your vicious drunken rage. I never thought I would see this side of you.

Natalia

Feeling a cold chill run up her spine, Natalia tossed her pen onto the broken coffee table, stood up, and made her way to the front door. Pausing for a moment, she inhaled and let her breath out rhythmically as she slowly turned her body and took one last look at her once beautiful home.

Shaking from nerves, she turned around, closed the front door, and swiftly walked to her car without looking back once. Pulling out her keys with shaking fingers, she opened up her car door, placed the key in the ignition, started the car, and sped away immediately. (more…)

Give In To Me

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Nestled up high in an old oak tree in Central Park, Andre folded his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. He was bored of the same humdrum life. This sucks, he thought to himself, trying to get comfortable on a thick branch.

“Something has to give, and soon, because this is the most boring realm I’ve ever had the misfortune of visiting,” he said to no one but himself.

The crisp, September breeze rustled the few leaves that were left, causing a chill to run down his spine. Deciding peace and quiet was out of the question, he pulled himself up so he could watch everything that was going on below.

Andre is a strikingly handsome being like his father. His features are on the dark side. His hair is the color of night, thick, and full. It always glistens in the sun or moonlight. His face chiseled to perfection and is enhanced by a straight nose and full, lush lips. He stands at 6’ 3” with a strong muscular body that would surely gain him attention from the ladies. Yet Andre also favors his mother. He has her eyes, which are almond in shape and a fantastic shade of brown. (more…)

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