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Admiration
by Alex Finch
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Admiration
I love your boots, So far up your legs, Leather Licking your thighs. I like your tiny Dress Nose Body I want to kiss you on the mouth I want to lick that Scar That Scar On your belly Girl Girl Sweety pie baby doll Your raspy voice Your sprayed hair Your laugh Laugh at me I need attention Need it I'm so ugly So sad I'm shaking For you
Carpe Diem: a Fable
Bobbi had gotten the job, and she was pleased. After so many long days of hard work, slaving away in the doldrums of the near-minimum wage crowd, she was up and flying. Up in the air of light work and high pay. The older man (fifty or sixty) led her through the halls, on floor thirty-four of the Millford building. She passed by the women working in their cubicles, intent on typing
Dream1
Nap after school today. I dreamt like this: I'm at Lizzie's house. She's sitting there in her stupid little chair in the living room and she's just annoying me. Just babbling on about any such shit and it's really on my nerves, and not because she's an annoying person. She is, of course, believe you fucking me, but it's because I can see myself in her. I keep thinking to myself
Girls' Sports
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tightly clinging to their
Lip Lock
I sat down in a booth at work, after a long day of labor. The restaurant was quiet, as nearly everyone had gone home. I had let my fellow dishwashers go home already, and had done the final tasks by myself. It was almost ten at night. “Hey, how are you?” Heather was nineteen, like myself, and had been a waitress almost as long as I had been a dishwasher. We had gone to high
Momentum
I drove as fast as I could. I still had her call fresh in my mind. My Thea, my darling Thea. We had so much fun in high school. Soft kisses in class, warm hugs at night. And sex. So much sex. Neither of us had gone a single day without being laid since we had begun going out. And now she was gone for four weeks already. I thought I would go crazy. I wanted to stay faithful to
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