Thirty Seconds Tales #16 – The Choice

Her head was feeling cluttered already. Three cups of morning coffee had still done nothing to unclog her brain pores. She was still standing where she had been standing for the past 2 hours – before the mirror. ‘This isn’t helping. I need a shower…. a cold one.’ Throwing off her dressing gown to the…

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On Oral Mutinies and Memories

That simply sublime taste, Sour, salty, hot and sweet, I savor your molten goodness, As I lick you off my fingers giddily. And oh God! Do I spy right, Or is that just my befuddled brain?  Is that a hint of you stuck on the rim of the pan?  Yay! There’s still some you that…

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