When the feared locomotive arrives in the small town, Jet waits at the rundown station to discover the truth about the old iron horse that has long been feared by the townspeople. Coming face to face with a mysterious man dressed all in black, he has a barrage of questions for the lone rider. The quick tempered man is somewhat amused by Jet’s juvenile inquiries but the inquisition does not deter him from his secret mission. Jet’s name is not on the list, but the man in black decides that he will be an amusing distraction. With a little coercion, a friendly dare, and the offer of a train ride to a place he will never forget, the sexy man lures Jet inside.
“So, it’s true. There really is a mystery man aboard this old thing. What’s your name…Jesse James?”
The taunting tone in the young man’s voice caused a familiar stir in the rider’s gut. “No, sir,” he answered. The manner in which the young man stepped back when the rider extended his hand caused a smirk to form on the rider’s lips. He was a fine young man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was fairly tall and well proportioned…not too skinny. The lone rider liked that in a man. He took his time studying the daring young man. He was young enough not to have known many of the pleasures that a man could give him, but he was too bold and cocky for his own good. This was one horse that would need to be broken.
A teasing smile was formed by the thick lips of the young man as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He stood facing the train’s traveler with his hands on his hips and announced proudly, “The name is Jackson, but my friends call me Jet.”
The pride evident in his proclamation made the dark mysterious man laugh, a deep throaty laugh that was clearly meant to be mocking in its tone. “Well, Jet, why are you here?”
“Curious, I guess. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about?”
“Yes, fuss. You should see this little town when this old piece of tin whines and moans its way along the tracks.” He kicked his foot out in a pretend kick to the old train to make his point. “Everyone is so scared of it. They stop in their tracks as if they were struck by lightning. It’s insane.”
The mysterious man rubbed his chin. “Is it?”
The darkly dressed man challenged the younger man. “Well, how about a ride on this old, what did you call it, piece of tin?”
Jet looked down at his feet, rolling the toe of his boot on the cement floor of the station. He couldn’t chicken out now, and the man was mysteriously sexy. He looked up and the dark eyes seemed almost black now as they peered into his own. “Sure, I’ll go.”
It was dark inside the old locomotive. The windows were blackened and Jet could not see a thing. “Make yourself at home. It’s going to be a long ride.”
Photographs of handsome men and beautiful women dressed in formal attire were mounted on the walls along with photographs of Dakta. The photos of Dakta were breathtaking and they captured the man perfectly in everything from formal dress to completely nude. Some of them showed a great deal of discretion, but others detailed everything. Arousal showed in every part of him. The dark brooding eyes were mesmerizing, but it was the body that was a work of art. Dakta’s chest was broad and thick, tapering down to a well toned torso, nearly perfect, as if sculpted. The long legs made Jet’s mouth water as he thought of them intertwined with his own. He returned to the eyes, the intensity so great they appeared to be seeing into him from the photograph.
“Do you own this place?”
“No. This ‘place’ belongs to Miles.”
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Daniel is young, confident, gay, and fascinated by the wolf, feeling that the animal is a reflection of himself. After losing his boyfriend, the alpha in their relationship, he craves a new alpha and finds Patrick, a handsome thirty year old, at club Trade. When Daniel begins working at the club, he meets a flirtatious blond who introduces him to his world, the unfamiliar world of the furry. Bringing Chad into his relationship with Patrick, Daniel carefully navigates the intricacies of an ongoing threesome while delving deeper into a world he fears, yet feels that he belongs.
Daniel looked into the mirror and liked what he saw: the short hair and angular all-American face as his lean muscles dripped water from the hot shower. The mirror never lied, and that night it told him by reflection that he was hot. Absently, he ran a finger across his smile to feel the teeth below it and stopped at a canine. Playfully, he growled at his image and ran the same hand down his lanky body. He brought his gaze back up to his dark short hair and dark eyes: an animal’s eyes. He wondered if he could have been a wolf in another life and he smiled at the idea of having run naked in the primordial woods. “This time will be different,” Daniel exhaled. He shut out the image of Dean before it overwhelmed him: handsome and blond, dominant and strong, leaving him here all alone for a ship at sea. A cool smile spread across Daniel’s lips. “I will find me a new Alpha.”
The man was a little taller than his own six feet, a little older by about ten years, and Daniel was caught by the man’s brown appraising eyes, barely visible from the long bangs parted to the side.
Intense desire emanated from the man. “What’s your name?”
“Daniel,” Daniel bit his lip, “and yours?”
Daniel curled his lip in an unconscious manner. “What are we doing after this?”
In pure confidence, Patrick moved closer. Daniel felt intimidated and he liked it.
“Taking you home.”
Patrick’s loft was a conversion of two separate apartments, neatly arranged and antiseptic. Daniel, regardless of his initial discomfort, strutted in and eyed the furniture, aware that he was being watched.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Nah, I’m just…”
“Thinking about your boyfriend?”
Daniel laughed, “No. He went off and left me; not for somebody else, but for the Navy.”
Patrick’s eyes hardened, curious to figure out the guy he had picked up. “Are you really cool with this?”
“You’re the Alpha, you tell me.” Daniel stepped closer and felt the body heat pass between them.
“Alpha,” Patrick was perplexed.
Daniel continued, “I’ve always been fascinated by the wolf pack.”
“I can be your Alpha.”
Images of running naked through the night woods filled Daniel’s excited head. He wanted to say more but could not find the words. “I’m fine with that. I can be a good Beta.”
Dean had returned and was his alpha once again. His apartment was rigid and clean, Navy-neat in efficiency. Daniel cooked, cleaned, and serviced his man in every way possible. Nothing mattered except for his sailor. In a short time, Daniel had lost his connection to his wild side and was completely domesticated. All of his belongings had been left behind in a whim when he walked out on his old life. Nothing he used was his, from the game he played to the clothes he wore. He felt that he too was property of his alpha, and the idea comforted him. Dean had tamed him and he gladly took his place as a beta and settled into an isolated routine. Daniel briefly glanced at his blond master, catching his blue green eyes. They were so like the ocean and just as hypnotic with their pull. The one thing that haunted him was that the animals were still in his head waiting in the dark for the right moment to pounce.
Out of the blue, Dean said he had to go back out to sea, back to the boat where the Navy called him to service. The talk with Patrick on the phone shortly after had been terse. But with the change of events, it was Daniel’s only real option. So he had to tuck his tail between his legs and beg for a place to stay.
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The son of a general, Trent Green is the only one in his family not on a fast track military career, so he does the only thing he knows he will be a success at and joins the Corp, where he literally falls into the lap of the man of his dreams. Noah Wilson is sweet, honorable, and takes Trent’s heart with his blazing smile. Noah is also part of a religious sect that lives simply…very simply, with no electricity, no television, no dirty movies, and a lot of rules. Trent hopes that the two of them can make something happen; that is, until the ‘accident’ which keeps him constantly broke, with no money to see a base run movie, much less pay his bus fare to Noah’s duty station. When a conniving bartender offers Trent the chance to make some fast and easy (easy with BIG strings attached…) money, the young Marine finds himself in a seedy business, with no foreseeable way out.
“Language, Marine, language!” Noah Wilson, who was bobbing in the water far, far below me, yelled. “Just JUMP!” he shouted again, smacking his hands against the flat water he was treading.
The constant swearing was the one thing about the Marines that Noah had trouble with. I had been raised around it, so I was used to it. I wasn’t afraid of anything – bullets, bad guys, witches with buckets of water. I was just amazingly happy right then, standing on the edge of a huge rock quarry buck naked on a spectacularly sunny day, looking at the man I was falling in love with. Noah’s grin made of moonbeams and lightning bolts sent a thrill down my spine every time I saw it. Plummeting toward the water and Noah, I could not remember a time when I was happier. Knifing into the cold water next to him, I went deep into the cold clear water before turning and kicking toward the surface, breaking the water not far from him.
I’m Trent Green, Gay Marine, Private First Class, a step above being a private, but a long way from my father’s rank of general. I didn’t join the Corp to be hyper masculine to cover my gayness, and although it’s alright to be out in the military now, I wasn’t naïve enough to walk into the recruiter’s office wrapped in a rainbow flag. I joined the Marines because I had been around the Corp my entire life. My brothers and I were raised as Devil Pups, sons of a career Marine. The old man was a general with two stars hanging on his collar. He blew a gasket when I told him that I, the son of General Nathanial Green, had joined up like a regular guy instead of taking officers candidate training, but I wanted to be a ground Marine first. It took the old man awhile to come around. The general tended to get what he wanted, and I have to give him some credit. As a middle child, I was the most difficult for him, I’m certain. I can be headstrong, willful, and impulsive. I threw a fit and wore pink tennis shoes for half of the year when I was in the third grade and once the general stopped making comments about my footgear, I stopped wearing them. A lifetime spent in boarding schools with a military theme had given me a lot of useless information that from time to time did come in handy. I can short sheet any bed in less than three minutes, make anyone wet the rack with a pan of warm water, and I am a master at the old hand-full-of-shaving-cream-then-tickle-their-nose routine. I also know how to make a stink bomb that could clear a campus. I know exactly where to put a dead fish in the heat ducts just before finals, and I have a dozen or so easy-to-put-together-from-readily-available-products that can, without taste or smell, induce sleepiness, vomiting, diarrhea, and one that will tint skin green.
“I root for the underdog. St. Louis has always been my team,” Noah said, his sexy grin all but hypnotizing me.
Taking his hand, I gave him my name, and well, was pretty much hooked. Noah was cute, funny, smart, and his total lack of self was captivating to me. I went home with him on leave. Of course, I would have followed him into the mouth of hell or into a Republican convention if it meant being with him.
My time with Noah couldn’t have been better. We did chores on the farm, took horseback rides, skinny dipped, and got to know each other…likes, dislikes, and we learned each other’s bodies like roadmaps. I could read him like Braille and cherished every second our skin was touching. I had fallen in love with him. I knew it was fast, but the heart wants what it wants. At the time, making a promise to be together seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I was more than willing to try and make it work, but that was before the ‘accident.’
“There’s this guy in town who runs a sort of business involving Marines.”
I fell off of a turnip truck, but not yesterday. He didn’t need to paint a big colorful picture of what he meant, but I had to ask a few basics.
“You mean interviews about Marine life, history, that kind of stuff?”
Jordan grinned at me. “Well, he does ask a lot about barracks activities and Marine life in general,” his grin came back. “He likes uniforms, both dress and work. What happens after that is up to you.” His grin went even wider. Pulling a business card from his pocket, he slid it across the table to me. It was for a bar in town, one of the gay bars everyone knew about. With a knowing smile and a shrug, he watched me pick up the card. “This guy is a bartender there…name’s Keith. Everybody there knows him and can hook you up. He gets you to the guy who does the actual work.”
“What do you get out of this?”
“Smart Marine. You’ll do well and go far,” Jordan said as he took another slug of beer. “It’s a business with this guy…a big business. The more you do, the more work you get. Some guys become favorites and do a lot because of that. Some he just likes. The money is good and the work is fast. Hell, it beats training all day.”
I was around hot guys all of the time, but Noah was the only one I wanted.
“Give Keith that card. It’s got my name on it so I get credit. No doubt they’ll want to use you, though. You’re hot, all American,” the M.P. said with a sly grin.
Our meeting ended after the second beer. I walked slowly back to the barracks, my mind reeling as I tried to sort out my feelings. I loved Noah, but a little action, while probably still not okay, seemed acceptable enough for me to live with.
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Since Kyon’s kidnapping, Tashi feels responsible for his abduction. He assembles a team to go to Saint Petersburg, as it is believed that Vladimir is in Russia and Kyon is with him, if he is still alive. The local police insist they know nothing and that they have no records of Vladimir or Ryzdul, so Tashi and his team decide to investigate in person and go to Russia. They learn that Vladimir frequents rather peculiar night clubs, and a plan is set into motion to find him.
Following the Master’s arrival, Vladimir has had little time to indulge his somewhat peculiar sexual appetites, so when he notices the sexy blonde angels kissing each other on the dance floor, he feels the desire growing inside of him and he approaches the gorgeous foreigners. Although they dismiss him quickly, the way they dance together arouses Vlad’s innermost desires and the way they speak make him lust for them even more. He is unaware that it is a set up, but he is much too clever to be caught easily, if ever, and there is no guarantee that he will lead the foreign guests to the Master.
Vladimir watched them dance. It was difficult to tell which of them was more handsome than the other, the silver-haired blonde or the golden-haired blonde. They were both gorgeous and perfect in every way. They danced together sensually and aroused Vlad’s innermost desires. Both of them were tall, strong, sexy, and incredibly beautiful, causing Vladimir to lust for them, even though they leaned and touched each other as if they had already chosen partners for the night. It didn’t matter. Vladimir had chosen them. To his puzzlement, the gorgeous foreigners dismissed him by informing him that they would be spending the night together. After evaluating how deeply their words had stung, the platinum-haired blonde stared at him and said in a charming dreamy way, “But who knows about tomorrow? Just behave and wait for our call.” Vladimir felt his blood boiling. Behave? Of course he could instruct his men to seize the beautiful specimens right away, but the promise of tomorrow had an unanticipated effect upon him. They exchanged phone numbers and walked away, saying they would be back tomorrow. Promises hung in the air. Vlad would have to get free from his commitments, as only a nuclear disaster would prevent him from returning to the club if the hot tourists called him. With his heart racing, Vlad watched them walk away. They moved like cats. He could hardly wait for tomorrow.
As always, Vladimir’s exit would be preceded by a multitude of security measures. One man would go all the way to the mansion to scan the road for unusual out comings. After that, his head of security would allow him to leave the club. Normally Vlad would complain and check his watch every minute, but tonight he was so entranced by the blondes that he didn’t notice the five minute delay from the green light indicating that he was to leave.
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North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.
“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”
Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.
“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”
The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.
“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”
“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”
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Soldiers live in close quarters day and night. A natural result is the occasional conflict, which can usually be quickly resolved. The trouble with Connor Harris and model sexy Myles Jace is never resolved even after a quick thinking drill instructor tries to use their differences as a learning tool, an experiment that ends badly and widens the rift between the men. Connor and Jace are pushed to help each other in the most challenging of ways throughout this romance set against a backdrop of modern war.
I had never picked up a hitchhiker, but I figured I could take on any trouble that might come my way. A cute little blond named Norman slid into the passenger seat next to me, his wicked grin beaming over at me as he said thanks. I hadn’t picked him up for sex but he turned out to be a little blond lifeboat who could fold himself around me like origami. “That was a lotta fun man, gonna miss you,” Norman said while gathering his gear. We were parked across from the main gate of the base I had been assigned to. End of the road for me. The next day I was due to start my duty and was going to rack out early to be ready.
I heard a shower running in back of the latrine, hooked up my towel and gear, and went into a stall. I hadn’t been paying attention to the other shower, caught a glimpse of someone else in the drying area, and stepped out to face my past. The tall guy turned and I prepared to smile, only to find myself looking up into the face of Jace. We both stopped dead still, and time seemed to stop. The last I had seen of him I was being rolled onto a stretcher and he was standing next to me, chest heaving like a charging bull and dripping sweat. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, couldn’t deny that. There was a moment when our eyes met that I saw a flicker of excitement in Jace’s eyes. A tiny faint smile crossed his lips and I thought in that split second that he was going to give me a full on smile, but it stopped short. Tightly cinching the towel around his waist, Jace simply turned and left the shower room.
Luckily, we were too busy most of the time for me to even think of Jace. I did have some buddies by then. One was a smart, foul mouthed guy from the Company next to us. He had the laugh of a demon, the smile of a swindler, and the charm of a snake handler. A south Texas rancher, Gil did not know a stranger. Everyone was met with that wide, sun bright grin and a “Howdy.” He was one of those guys who connected everyone, which I of course found endearing, and the fact that he was cute as a bug and built like his muscles had been sewn on like a costume drew me to him even more. The one person who, naturally, was not taken with Gil was Jace. Oh, he tolerated the jokes and shenanigans well enough, but it seemed like he bristled whenever Gil would take a poke at me, no matter how lighthearted or even if it was just teasing.
I began finding my space shared with some kind of livestock everyday – a spider in my bunk before bedtime, a scorpion couple that had decided to check into one of my boots for a little R&R in the morning, and several snakes made their way into my locker. I had no set proof that Jace was behind the placement of any of them desert creatures, but since the fight I did suddenly seem to have more than my share of them invading my space.
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After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.
Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.
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Vic’s parties are well known for their unusual characters, attracting extreme risk takers and the sadomasochistic types. This time when the guests arrive, scantily clad men in cages is one of the least unusual sights on the night of what Victor has called the event.
Nigel kicked his shoe against the doorframe. “So, what is it this time, Victor? An orgy, perhaps the twisted threesome you dredged up last year? You knew that third one was a woman and I ruled out anything with ‘lady parts’ in middle school.”
When Nigel entered the town’s Grand Central Station that Saturday night, otherwise known as Victor’s place, in a mask that Victor had practically forced him to wear, he realized instantly that he was grossly underdressed. The crowd was decked out in the most bizarre costumes that Nigel had ever seen. He didn’t recognize anyone, but that was nothing new for Victor’s parties. Who knew where he found these guys?
When he noticed a scantily clad man pathetically struggling behind what appeared to be roped bondage, Nigel moved forward to get a better look at the peculiar sight, lifting his mask and setting it on top of his head. Victor had certainly outdone himself tonight. The man was joined by several other men, all with elaborately crafted masks to conceal their identities.
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After too many days and nights of heat and humidity, the air was cool enough tonight to sleep with the window open. Marty slid the glass and propped it open with the sawed off part of a tree trunk his old man had given him. The only threat to him in his apartment on the fifteenth floor was a bird flying in and pecking him to death. He fell asleep quickly. The recent heat had seemed to drain every ounce of energy from his tired body.
He thought he was dreaming when a gentle breeze blew across his body, blowing the sheet upward and exposing his hot naked body to the air. It made him shiver until he felt the heat from the hand that gripped his thigh. The warmth felt good and his shivering body relaxed as the hand crept upward. Marty’s thighs parted and he moved against the bed, back and forth, feeling the tension in his body heighten. He felt smooth lips and soft kisses move upward along his back. He turned his head and sighed and opened his eyes slightly. Then he panicked. He tried to sit up, but the stranger held him to the bed, this man who had dared to enter his bedroom.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Who are you?” he dared.
“I’m your midnight lover, Marty.”
“How do you know me?”
The man wore a mask and Marty could see only his eyes, but he was certain that he had never met him. The voice he did not recognize. He tried to turn onto his back, but still his midnight lover would not allow it.
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Ashley, a semi-pro surfer from Canada, meets Josafina, a professional photographer, in Italy. With a picnic on the beach, romance begins, but time and distance between them as well as cultural differences regarding a love such as theirs threatens to end their romance. Perhaps a casual fling is all they can hope for, or is there some way for the two women to be together?
I heard her lock the door behind us and before I could say a word, she pressed her body to mine, kissing me strongly and moving her hands up my back. I was surprised by her move, but aroused nonetheless. Her kisses were damp and passionate. As she rubbed her cheek next to mine, I could feel the heat of her body which stimulated me. She was definitely the aggressor. The room began to pulsate and I didn’t want to miss a moment of this beautiful, sexy woman seducing me. She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand in hers, and walking me to her bed.
Within fifteen minutes we arrived at her place. It was a tropical hideaway set amidst tall coconut palms which sported an inviting hammock, a mango tree filled with fruit, and a row of banana trees. The building was a restored plantation house, painted colorfully with soft yellow walls, aqua trim and a hot pink door. My heart was beating fast as Josafina put the key in the door and turned the handle. The breeze was blowing the curtains wildly as we entered the living room/kitchen. As Josafina locked the door behind us, I kissed the back of her neck. It was a slow, moist kiss on her warm, salty skin. She sighed and her shoulders dropped. I slid my arms around her waist and she turned and looked deeply into my eyes. We gazed upon one another’s souls for moments before having our first long kiss.
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