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story. Only meant to be temporary.
story. Always meant to be permanent.
story. Never meant to be.
is all three.
in an elevator in California. Our lust story.
the kind you know going in is a bad idea, but… the nagging desire and all. A
few drinks in the hotel bar across from our workplace. A few nights in a luxury
suite twenty floors above. What could it hurt?
fun would be had by all, and I’d walk away a well-satisfied woman. Ready to
continue my life of brokenhearted loneliness.
on a ridge in Afghanistan. Our love story.
the kind you felt in your soul at first sight, but… the tragic circumstances
and all. Intentionally casual conversation over Irish whiskey. Intentionally
casual sex over the course of two weeks. How could I refuse?
bonds would be built, and I’d confess my darkest sin. Beg for forgiveness five
years overdue and clean my conscience along with it.
with the cold hard truth. Our hate story.
the kind that could end a surprisingly beautiful beginning.
yes, Nolan was right, he did always look on the bright side. Force of habit to
offset his profession. And yes, Nolan was right that she smelled like peaches.
Ripe and juicy, with a dollop of sugary sweet cream on top.
nothing less, thank you kind sir.
tell the grandkids.
Perhaps a smutty romance novel. For sure, a fantasy you conjured up when you
lost your internet connection during a solo session.
minor-aged children, and his ninety-year-old grandma.
C-word, and yeah, he was good at that. And sure, he desperately wanted to do
that to her, among other sexually explicit things. And no, she’d not outright
asked him for cunnilingus, because had she, he would’ve choked on his Jameson
and required the Heimlich Maneuver. But she’d made her parameters known.
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steamy romance began when I was in junior high. A friend and I noticed a
dumpster of discarded paperbacks behind our local dime store. Covers missing
and each book split down the spine, I scanned the pages for any love or lust
words—and curse words, too. From that point on, I scoured the public library
and the paperback racks at every store, reading anything labeled romance. I said
a tearfully grateful goodbye to Judy Bloom, and Jackie Collins began ruling my
my high school sweetheart husband in the desert Southwest. Awesome in the
winter, not so much in the summer.
long goals are to think before I speak, smile more and swear less, and actually
weigh what my driver’s license states I do.