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Belinda rolled over in bed and her long dark hair plastered against her face. She usually wore it in a loose ponytail at night and it wrestled itself free sometime between the wee hours. She pushed her hair away and tried to open her eyes and focus.


6:27 a.m. the clock read. It was set to go off at 6:30.


“Cool,” she said to herself and laid there and luxuriated in the extra three minutes. After reluctantly getting up and cursing the fact that she wasn’t born rich and allowed to sleep until noon, she fumbled through her morning routine and got ready for work.


She pulled on a light grey blazer with matching pants and a light green silk shirt. It set off her deep green eyes and was more or less her standard work uniform.


She stepped outside on the teeny apartment patio and noticed it immediately: This day was different. It was crisp and cool (cold, even) and there was a refreshing breeze blowing through the bougainvillea that bloomed bright pink and everywhere in the Arizona sun.


For weeks summer had lingered on and the days had been intolerably hot—even for Arizona. Geez, when is fall gonna get here? she had wondered just the night before as she turned up the air conditioning to cool her bedroom. She slept fitfully when it was hot and that night was no different.


Yes! she applauded the weather. Finally, fall was here! And then with a bit of spite, “It’s about damn time!” she said out loud. It was nearly the end of October. The summer had oppressively hot, as usual. She took in a deep breath of the cool air and walked back into her one bedroom, sparse apartment.


The furnishings were mostly hand-me-downs from family with the one new item being the TV. The sofa was the same one she’d lived with as a kid growing up. It was strange to have it still in her life. She’d bought some new throw pillows to brighten it up, but they did little to help. Most of the tables had nicks or wobbly legs from years of being used by her family.


The walls, painted industrial white and unchangeable no matter how many times she begged the apartment manager, had some framed posters and one “original” art painting she’d bought in a fit of trying to be sophisticated at a local flea market.


The one piece of furniture she really liked was the bookcase. It was old and repainted numerous times. It held numerous books, many which she’d read or used in college and many which she hadn’t gotten to yet.


It was a typical single girl “just getting by” apartment—especially one paid peanuts at her first real job.


She was glad she had remembered to set the coffee pot timer the night before, something she rarely did. She poured a cup and sipped her super strong coffee laced with a wisp of half and half (for color and to cut the bite, she told anyone who looked at her oddly when she barely dropped any cream into her cup).


The coffee was jolting her awake, but she didn’t even need it.  The crisp air was all she needed. She felt alive when she was in colder weather, and after suffering through another 100+ degree-in-the-shade summer in southern Arizona, she felt ready for the chill.


She felt C.C. weave between her legs. Her soft fur felt cozy and warm. “Hey Fatty, how you doin’ today?” she asked knowing the answer already. C.C. jumped on the chair next to her and stared at her for a moment with sleepy eyes before swirling herself into a ball and tucking her head under her paw.


The chair was perfectly situated to catch the most morning light in the kitchen and it was C.C.’s favorite daytime spot. Belinda yawned and wished she was a cat and could sleep the day away in the sun.


“Your diet doesn’t seem to be working,” she said. The cat was twice the size she should be and try as she might Belinda could not get her to lose weight. She was appropriately named Chocolate Chunk due to her all chocolate brown color and hefty weight. Belinda had thought about naming her Chocolate Chip, but rethought it after picking her up the first time.


 “Damn, you’re heavy, she said and immediate realized Chunk fit much better. Belinda usually called her Fatty, as if she could belittle the cat into losing weight. The cat didn’t seem to care what she was called as long as she wasn’t called late to dinner.


Belinda could hear the birds chirping. Everything seemed happier that the summer heat was subsiding. She decided she’d get outside for a while. If nothing else, it would get her outside walking and she missed her daily walks with her best pal, Beth. It was hard being cooped up in the summer and having to use the treadmill at the gym to workout. Now that it was cool, walks would be the order of the day.


The phone rang and she spilled a little coffee on the counter as she leaned over to pick it up.


“Hello?” she said a little miffed at her mess. She reached for a towel to wipe it up.


“Hey! TGIF! Are you lovin’ this weather?” It was Beth, her best friend and walking mate.


“Oh, Hi Beth,” said Belinda brightly. “Yeah, isn’t it great? It’s about time, right?”


“You bet. I’m thinking of coming home a little early tonight. Wanna meet up for a power walk?”


“I was just thinking about that. It sounds great,” said Belinda. They usually hit the walking paths on Saturday mornings, but an early evening power walk would do just fine. I’m probably not going to be late tonight. I finished the Ferguson job yesterday and today, I’m actually planning to coast a bit. “I won’t tell that to Blisterpock, though.”


Blisterpock was the name she’d given her boss who was a slightly pudgy, watchful man. He had a face full of pock marks from what looked like had been an aggressive case of acne back in his teens. He also had the unfortunate ability to sprout cold sores just about once a month. He often looked like one big blister placed on a background of pockmarks. The name suited him.


“Right!” Said Beth. “Well, gotta fly. I’m running late as it is. Just wanted to catch you and see about a walk tonight. I’m actually looking forward to exercising, if you can believe that!”


Belinda laughed to herself as she hung up. Beth was not someone who ever looked forward to exercise. She had always seemed to carry a few extra pounds, whether they were power-walking or taking salsa lessons three nights a week. She had the bad habit of hitting fast-food drive-thrus for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was what kept her from ever reaching her weight goals and they both knew it, but never actually discussed it.

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She took the jar off the shelf and fixed the plastic mask over her nose. She inhaled deeply. She smelled nothing but felt the mild euphoria take over. The pain lifted instantly.


As she put the jar back in its holder on her bathroom shelf, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The stress and creases in her face were noticeably softened. As usual, the gas had worked. She covered the jar carefully to disguise it and put it in a small cabinet designed with a faux face. No one who visited her bathroom would ever suspect it was there.


Josh didn’t see the pain in her eyes before she visited the bathroom to take the pill. He did notice she looked visibly happier when she returned. He was glad. He hated to see her in pain and knew her headaches had only worsened over the last couple of months. She did seem to feeling better emotionally too.


“Are those pills the doc gave you working better?”


She forced a smile and lied. “Yeah, they really seem to do the trick.”


She went into the kitchen to heat the pan for the stir-fry. It was Tuesday and she usually made a chicken and veggie stir-fry. Sometimes Josh joined her; sometime he was away for his job. Today she’d add extra chicken for two.

“So they still don’t know what’s causing the pain? The headaches, I mean?” asked Josh.

“Nah. The doctor says it’s just stress or eye strain,” she answered him as the hot oil crackled in the pan. She tossed in the chopped chicken.” I guess maybe I need glasses or something.” Her job required lots of computer work and it was probably just catching up with her.

“Well, the same thing was happening to my brother lately and he got glasses. They didn’t help at all,” said Josh. He grabbed some silverware and napkins to set the table.

“I guess I’ll just have to wait and see,” said Claire. She had a nagging feeling that the glasses wouldn’t help her either and it was starting to worry her. She was feeling happier, but these headaches were getting more frequent.

As they ate Josh rattled on about his new job and all the drug-related news. Claire ate silently and pretended to listen.

“…so I told him no, flat out!” said Josh laughing. He looked at Claire and saw no reaction. ”Did you hear me? I told him no way.”

Claire stirred out of her fog. Lately the jar had been causing her to feel foggy and euphoric. It didn’t last long, but it was a new side effect. Still, it wasn’t enough to make her stop using it. “Uh, sure, yeah, good. I’d have told him that, too.” She had no idea what she was agreeing to, but it didn’t matter.


They cleared the dinner plates and watched TV. She felt better and content. She snuggled into Josh’s arm crook and swung her feet up on the couch. She felt happy and sleepy. In just moments she was out. Josh looked down at her snoring softly in his arms.


He smiled. She looked so peaceful. It was a far cry from an hour ago when she’d been nearly crying because of her headache. They were getting stronger and it scared him. He reasoned the doctors knew what they were doing to help her. He trusted doctors and the drugs they gave. After all, it was his job to do so.



Tran didn’t count the money. He just put the wad in the box on the desk and handed Dan the brown bag. Dan walked out quickly and avoided eye contact with the thugs in the hallway. The building smelled of urine and had graffiti scrawled everywhere. He kept his head down and got to his car as quickly as he could.


Once inside he opened the bag and checked the contents. He didn’t dare do it in front of Tran. Tran was trigger itchy and had a rep for shooting anyone that rubbed him the wrong way. He never checked the contents in front of him, but he was never short-changed.


Dan looked around and saw no one on the empty street. There were a few guys milling around the entrance of the building he’d just come from, but they were not watching him. They wouldn’t care if they saw him anyway.


Dan took the rubber nozzle and inhaled. Just one blast off, he told himself. It wasn’t like he did it all the time, but lately it was more frequent. Losing his job over a year ago and the house now nearly in foreclosure had forced him to it. It wasn’t like it was illegal, he reasoned. He just needed it for the rough times and then he’d quit.

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Her hair was longer than it had ever been. It was a rich, golden blonde with glints of buttercream. It was glorious hair; the type of hair that gets looks.

Cait hated it.

“Six minutes! Six minutes!” The director called to the numerous people milling about the dealership. They slowly meandered into place.

Cait put down her sketches and walked over to dealership door. She smiled on cue and posed with the owner to cut the large purple ribbon with ridiculously large scissors. The sun was glaring into her eyes and she did her best to not squint and they pretended to cut the ribbon and open the dealership with a sunny smile plastered on her face.

“Great job, Cait!” said the director who ran around congratulating everyone when it was over. It was a second-rate car dealership opening and Cait cringed that she was doing such silly jobs. But they paid well for a little bit of work and she needed the money.

“Wow, that guy acts like it’s a real movie or something,” said Bonita, the makeup artist as she was packing her kit to go. Cait fell into a chair and grabbed a bottle of water. It was warm today and she had started to sweat. She downed half of it and laughed. “He’s OK,” she said.

“There you go, giving everyone the benefit of the doubt,” said Bonita. She and Cait had worked on several local shoots and had become friends. Bonita pulled her dark, curly long hair into a bun on top of her head.

“Woo, its hot today!” She said fanning herself with the palm of her hand. “You working the Sholman’s catalog next week?”

Cait frowned and nodded yes. She had worked the Sholman’s department store catalog for three years in a row. It was great money for a few days of work. She couldn’t pass it up.

“You don’t look too happy about it,” said Bonita. “I know 10 girls who would give their right arm to be in your shoes, Pretty Girl. Why do you model if you hate it so much?” She looked at Cait and frowned.  “Wait, dumb question. The money, right?”

“Bingo,” said Cait. “I know I should be grateful, but I dunno. It’s weird…I feel like I’m on display.”

“Well, duh! You are. You’re a m…o…d…e…l,” said Bonita dragging the word out.

Cait laughed.” I know, I know. It’s hard to explain. Call it a wicked weirdness from my childhood,” said Cait. She laughed it off, but just saying the words gave her a shiver.

“Well, see ya next week, girl,” said Bonita as she hoisted her kit and wheeled it off the set. Cait watched her and wondered how much a makeup artist made. It might be a good switch. She enjoyed makeup and often did her own on smaller shoots. Maybe it would be a good income and she could give up modeling and being the local spokes model at grocery stores and car dealerships and police raffles and whatever other local attraction would meet her quote for the honor of her beauty, albeit for just a few hours.

A makeup artist. Her mind raced. She could be anonymous. She could be hidden from the spotlight. It would be her dream. She quickly dismissed the idea knowing she could hardly make the kind of money she made as a model. She sighed and resolved to be more grateful.

As she wiped the lipstick off, a dark-haired crew guy with a tee shirt rolled up to show off his muscles came over and whispered. “I’d buy you a drink if you wore that lipstick on those gorgeous lips just for me all night.”

She looked at him hard. His comment made her uncomfortable. He winked and smiled, his white teeth gleaming against his tan skin. He wasn’t bad looking but he was hardly her type. Too muscular; too forward.

“Waddya say, gorgeous? How about a drink?”

“No thanks,” she said coolly.

“What? You’re too good for me?”

“No,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean that…”

“So, what then?”

“I have plans,” she said quickly. “I just meant I have plans and I cannot have a drink with you,” she tried to lie convincingly.

“Whatever,” he said eyeing her up and down. Her body clung to the red dress she wore. It showed all her curves and his eyes traced every one.

He licked his lips. “Hmmm, yummy,” he said. He grabbed his crotch and smiled at her slyly.

Yuck, she thought as she turned and left. This was definitely not her type of guy. Not that she had a type, really. She had never dated much, not even in high school. She’d been asked quite a few times, but always chose to hang out with her brother or just read in her room. She had a distrust of people that left her lonely and unsettled, but she preferred to call it pickiness.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked. She hated the unwanted attention modeling brought. She wished she could just curl into a dark corner and be left alone. She would give up modeling in a moment, but until she could find something else that paid as well and would allow her to pursue her real dream, she would just have to grin and bear it.

“Be grateful, remember?” she chided herself out loud.


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Jana smoothed her sundress and stood up. The sun made her blink and she wished she’d had her  sunglasses. She squinted and looked down the corridor. It was nearly empty as the students emptied the school. It was June 3rd, the last day before summer vacation.

Papers and books were strewn around the floors as students discarded old tests and things they no longer needed now that a full summer was beckoning to them. It was a hot day, too. Far hotter than most last days.

“Need some cooling off?”

She turned just in time to catch Josh pull the trigger of a green plastic squirt gun. The water spouted at her chest and if she hadn’t been so alarmed, it would have felt good.

“Stop it, Josh!” she squealed and then laughed.

“Actually it feels pretty good,” she said as she put her arms in the air and spun around. “Hit me again!”

He obliged and blasted her waist, back and legs. The water dripped off her and she felt instantly cooler.

“Want more?” he asked as he shot the lockers behind her.

“No, that’s good,” said Jana. “I’m going to the lake to take a dip. Wanna join me?”

“You bet,” said Josh and he swirled an arm around her waist and kissed her. “No suits?” he teased.

“I got a new yellow one and you’ll like it,” she said. Her grannie would kill her if she went skinny dipping.

“Oh, OK, if you insist.”

Typical teenaged guy, thought Jana. Any hope of nudity in his near future could keep him going for hours, but Jana wasn’t that kind of girl and he knew it. In fact, he really liked it about her. She wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t like most of the other pretty girls in their senior class who were easy and sleazy. What’s the challenge with that? he thought.

Jana and Josh walked out to the front courtyard of the school. Cars were honking their horns as kids spilled out of them and hollered, happy to be free of books, rules and schedules for the summer.

“Wow, I can’t believe that’s it. We’re done with high school,” said Jana looking back at the brick building where she had spent so many hours the last few years. “We’re graduating seniors!”

“I know,” agreed Josh. “Isn’t it awesome?” He smiled his white grin at her. He had been voted best looking and all the girls had a crush on Josh Winters at some point in their high school career, but after dating several of them, he set his sights on Jana and never looked back. He liked her independent streak. And her great body, long brown hair and brilliant blue eyes didn’t hurt either.

Jana pushed a tendril of her long, dark hair behind her ear and grabbed Josh’s hand. They locked palms and walked down the front path of the school without looking back. The summer stood in front of them like a golden patch that would start their lives in the world and they accepted it eagerly.

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I don’t want to go, lamented Shari.

I don’t blame you. I hate those places, said Rossi making a face.

Shari brushed her hair and applied lipstick. Well, I guess I better get it over with, she said looking at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed. I guess if I don’t go, I won’t get a new car. She consoled herself by the excitement of getting a shiny new car. Her first. She’d driven old junkers  all her life and at 31 she was finally going to get a brand, new one, straight off a dealer lot.

I wish you could go with me, she said turning to her friend.

I don’t, said Rossi, teasing her. But I guess it would be better than working today. I’ve got the closing shift at the restaurant and my least favorite manager is working.

Ooh, sorry to hear that, said Shari. She brightened. Well, I guess if you’re not with me, you won’t pressure me into getting a purple car. Purple was Rossi’s favorite color and nearly everything she owned was some shade of the color.

Rossi laughed. You know I would!

They walked out of the apartment and Shari locked the door. Call me later or come by the restaurant so I can see what you get! said Rossi.

OK, said Shari. She was nervous about making this very grown up purchase by herself and took a deep breath as she started her junker. It chugged and sputtered. Do you think we could just part on good terms?, she asked the car. The car must have agreed because it begrudgingly started.

She drove to the dealership where her new baby sat upfront and shining in the sunlight. She’d driven by it for the last three weeks, each time holding her breath that it would still be there. As she pulled into the dealership parking lot, she spotted it. Right where it had been sitting and waiting for her. She smiled to herself. I’ll be driving that home in just a couple of hours, she giggled to herself.

She swung her rusty ride into a spot and got out. She walked quickly and decisively to the front of the lot where it sat. It was sapphire blue with creamy beige interior. It had a sunroof, shiny chrome wheels and a racy exterior. She got more and more excited as she neared the sporty compact. She could practically see herself in it already.

She circled the car and peered in the windows. The interior was pristine. There was paper on the floor to protect the carpet. Everything gleamed. She smiled to herself. It was just as perfect inside as it was outside.

Suddenly she felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned around to find herself face-to-face with a salesman. He was overweight with a red face and wearing a clip-on tie. He pulled at his waistband and readjusted his pants to rise over his large belly. “Beauty, isnt’ she?” he asked her.


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The chocolate cake looked perfect. Ali smiled at it as she lifted it up out of the oven.

“Yum,” she said to herself.

The warm cake’s inviting aroma swirled throughout the kitchen. She could smell the touch of cinnamon she had added. She wished she could cut a big hunk off of it and pour herself a glass of cold milk and sit down and just enjoy it. Her feet were killing her and her legs were tired. Her 28-year old body felt twice that after baking all afternoon.

She kicked off her shoes and sunk into a kitchen chair. Glancing at the clock she winced. She had only four more hours until the party and she still had a whole tray of tarts to make.

“Up you go, girl,” she muttered to herself as she put her feet back into her clogs and re-tied her apron. Swiping a tendril of golden brown hair back she took a deep breath and tried to focus. She shut her deep blue eyes and let herself just breathe. She’d been so busy all day she couldn’t think straight. What next?

“Make the pie crust,” she told herself and set off to measure the flour.


Ben didn’t see the memo. It either got thrown away or buried in the stack of papers on his desk. The same stack his not-so-patient boss eyed every time he passed his office.

“No, I don’t think I saw that,” he said.

Tess sighed and fished another one out of a stack of folders she was carrying. “You better read it and fast,” she said. “It’s about the merger.”

Ben looked at her and her alarmed eyes. Every time “the merger” came up it brought out cold, unbridled fear. Mergers tended to sort the wheat from the cream. Everyone in the office was walking on egg shells hoping they weren’t going to be sorted right out the door.

Ben took the piece of paper and read it. “OK, got it,” he said.

Tess gasped. “Did you read it? Did you see where it said…?”

“Yes, I got it,” he said. Ben wasn’t easily flustered. The news on the memo simply stated that there was to be a large staff meeting the next morning and all were mandated to attend.

“Do you think it’s about the merger?” asked Tess.

“Of course I do,” stated Ben. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He’d just come from court and anymore it left him worn out. The cases he used to get fired up about winning just didn’t make him happy any more. It was a circus and he felt like a trained show pony every time he entered a courtroom.

“Well, are you scared?” asked Tess. She was obviously amazed that Ben didn’t seem more flustered.

“Not really,” he answered reading through emails on his computer

“Why? Oh, forget it. Of course they’re not going to get rid of you. You’re their prized pony,” she said.

He looked straight at her. “Why did you say that?” He frowned.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” she said sinking against a wall. “I’m only an assistant and I’ve only been here eight months. I’m prime for plucking and tossing out, but you’ll be fine.

“You’ll be fine, too,” he said. “If I have anything to say about it.”

“Really? You’d really go to bat for me?”

“Sure, why not? You’re a good assistant and you deserve to work here.” He smiled at her briefly. “If you really want to.”

“Don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He knew he shouldn’t be so cavalier about his job or even admit his feeling to his assistant, of all people, but he couldn’t help it. Lately, it was hard hiding his discontent and he was feeling reckless.

“You mean, you…” She searched for the words. “You don’t like your job?”

“Sometimes,” he said. “Some days it’s OK, but some days it isn’t. Just like any job, right?”

She searched his eyes. He was usually so happy and easy-going. She could see he was tired and a little unhappy. “I guess you’re right, she said. But I really need this job. I just got a new apartment and I don’t know what I’d do if I was out of work right now. With this economy?” She fell back against the wall and imagined the worst.

He sat up. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m OK, it was just a rough day in court,” he said. “You’ll be fine. Remember, if I stay, you stay.”

She brightened up and walked out of his office. He looked after her and wished he could feel a sense of security in his job. He wasn’t afraid of being let go. He was, after all, one of the top producing attorneys in the office. He was afraid he’d let it go and run away one day.

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Jana reached for the golden crusty roll and felt the stinging glare from Andre. She was keenly aware that he was watching her as she tore off a small piece of the flaky baked dough and put it into her mouth. Her stomach felt a sharp pang and she laid the rest of the roll on her plate and pushed it slightly away.

She had wanted to eat the roll. Hell, she wanted to butter it thickly and stuff it into her mouth, but knew it would just create more tension. After a deep, silent breath, I need to lose a couple of pounds anyway, she told herself, as she always did in these situations.

“Eat the roll, Jana,” said Andre without emotion. He watched her carefully over his glasses which were sitting halfway between his eyes and the tip of his nose.

“No, I’m really not as hungry as I thought,” she lied. Her cheeks burned and she looked at her lap as she bit her lip. Damn it, why did she have to take that roll? she chided herself. She knew that it would just cause problems.

“Well, I have to finish some work,” said Andre as he tossed his napkin on his plate and got up from the dinner table, just as he had done nearly every night they ate dinner together. He pushed his chair into the table perfectly aligning it and he paused a moment.

“Don’t order form Carnelli’s again. The sauce was too thick and salty.” With that, he walked away and left her sitting alone.

Another romantic dinner, thought Jana bitterly. These dinners were becoming more and more frequent and the tension between she and Andre seemed to grow daily. It was as if she could do nothing right no matter how hard she tried. She thought he loved Carnelli’s and she had driven out of her way to pick up his favorite Italian food for dinner.

“Screw him,” she muttered to herself as she cleared the plates. But as usual, she stuffed her feelings down and said nothing. She made a mental note to not order from Carnelli’s again and she started to grind her teeth. It was something she did more and more often these days.

As she cleared the plates she caught a glance of her reflection in the dining room window. Her eyes went straight to her stomach and she noticed it was flat underneath her linen dress. She stood up straight and smoothed her dress over her waist. It felt taut.

She took the roll off her plate, quickly slathered it with butter, added a pinch of salt and shoved it in her mouth.




He had brown hair and easy smile and dark brown eyes. She liked him. He was funny and charming and after 20 minutes they set a date for drinks after work on Thursday.

She realized after she ended that chat that she didn’t ask what he did for a living and logged on to search his profile.

Gainfully unemployed, it read.

Her heart sank. What does that mean? Gainfully is good; unemployed bad. She’d find out soon enough.

The room had gotten cold. The temperatures were falling daily and the late September evening was chilly. She put on a sweater and put a mug of water in the microwave for tea. As she leaned against the counter waiting for the microwave to finish, she spotted it. The fireplace! She’d light her first fire.

She snuggled in under a soft throw with her cup of tea and a log in the fire. This is perfect. She flipped on the TV and settled into an old movie.

The warmth of the fire and the tea made her drowsy within 30 minutes. She put down the cup and pulled the throw under her chin and dozed off.

His light touch sent chills down her body. Her nipples hardened. He leaned in to kiss her neck softly gradually making his way down past her shoulders, her clavicle, to her chest. Her breath stopped and a shot of warmth burst through her like a jolt.

He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked it. It was hard, really hard, and she felt her juices flowing. She was quickly wet. He made the way to her other nipple and did the same. It was slow, but deliberate and she could feel herself arching into him.

His brown hair was long and shaggy. His face was chiseled and his eyes soft brown but intense. Her head fell back and he kissed her torso dropping to his knees. She looked down at his swirl of soft hair and could feel it against her bare stomach, slightly tickling her. She pressed closer to him. He laid her back on the softest white bed she’d ever felt.

He spread her legs gently with his strong hands and his tongue made its way up and down her thigh and finally to her mound. She moaned and pushed against him. Small electric pops shot through her body. She felt like she was on fire. She wavered up and down and he moved with her. He brought her to the brink and lingered until she could wait a moment longer. She climaxed hard and cried out.

He moved away and kissed her up to her face. She could see he had a soft smile on his face. He held her head in his hands and nuzzled in close. The smell and feel of his soft hair was what stuck with her long after the dream ended. His musky, but sweet scent and the feel of his hair on her bare skin burned in her memory.


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