The prima donna

Lisa was what they call a prima donna. She gets her nails done every two weeks like clockwork, won't go out without her makeup on, always dresses in the latest styles, says "ish" to housework,[…]

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The prince part 3

Shrouded by the night Bryce sat in his wooden bathtub as Fenton scrubbed him down. There had been an awkward silence between them since the incident in the training grounds. "Thank you my prince, for[…]

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The language barrier

The Language Barrier She stepped out onto the street, the door of the dance club closing immediately behind her. She looked each way to get her bearings and started down the street to her right,[…]

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A good thank you

She sat in the restaurant, alone, waiting for her date. She wore a silky red dress with a slit up high on her thigh, revealing long, slim legs that went on for miles. The back[…]

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The smell of sex

I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved and[…]

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