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Dance me…

“Hit me again!” She cooed. Freeing her delicate feet from the fire-red stilettos… “Do you even fancy sherry, Sweetheart? I don’t recall seeing you drink any, before.” “I hate it”, still handing the cup his way, fluttering her eye lashes in the most defying way. “But I’ll get us both drunk on it, if it means…… Continue reading Dance me…

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The hermit – part 2

  Her black nails contrasted with the bright white bathroom sink porcelain. She rubbed the soap frantically on her palms, and the scented foam dripped from her shaking fingers. Her hands were long clean, but she couldn’t just turn off the water and go on with the rest of her day. This was ridiculous. She…… Continue reading The hermit – part 2

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Late evening monologue…

  I light a cigarette, fill my cup, tilt my head… I drink your silence, head spinning from the mystery. Your blurred lines forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. Speak softly, but don’t say too much… Men always end up lying anyway. Take care of the sun for me, will you? While…… Continue reading Late evening monologue…

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Dare you? – Explicit

  Black nails, Red lips, Tight waist, Curved hips, Pretty face, Long legged, Curled hair, Inviting breasts… Uninteresting, Tedious, Dull, Monotonous, Boring, Monochrome, Dreary, Wearisome… Dare to say you care, While you fuck her up the rear.    

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The hermit…

  Les grandes douleurs sont muettes. – Sénèque   The Spanish philosopher was right, she thought. The greatest pains were always silent… Her lips trembled as she took the cigarette to her mouth. The quiet apartment contrasted with the loud hammering going on, on the balcony of her downstair neighbour. She softly blew the smoke out,…… Continue reading The hermit…

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Devil whispers…

  Devil whispers, Angel cries… No one will ever know the hows and the whys. Castle burning, a kingdom sacrificed. Fallen queen paying the hard price… Fingers cut short, unfit for a ring. Heart torn out to keep it from loving again, never again! You can call me Extreme I am what I am… Bow…… Continue reading Devil whispers…

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The bookstore…

Why was she so nervous? He had only invited her to meet him at the cheap coffee shop in the back of the bookstore, a block away from her apartment, to exchange a few forms. Just a formal meeting for a contract she was to sign with the editor he worked for. She had checked…… Continue reading The bookstore…