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Stalk her…

I wonder if you noticed, when I let my fingers brush against the tip of your curly red hair today, in the subway… Probably not, there were so many people around, I probably could have been bolder, getting away with it. It is a nice neighbourhood you live in, sweetheart. Nice and quiet… Too quiet…… Continue reading Stalk her…

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Well, thank you for wiggling!

I just finished dancing, chéri and Freja are slowly regaining counsciousness after my loud come back home. I got a few minutes late on schedule, and rushed to the house to be able to jiggle my butt indoor (I didn’t want to risk being arrested by a confused policeman on the sidewalk). The thing is, I…… Continue reading Well, thank you for wiggling!

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In trance…

      Calling out in the night, howling your name, ripping silence shamelessly… Pounding, body bending and arching losing all tracks of fingers on my skin… Shaking from the spasms, mind blown… Surrendering to the choking hands of sweet sweet extasy. Celebrating you.     Via Dailyprompt: Trance      

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Cyra’s 1st Danceathon…

Ok… I wish I had thought about this earlier this morning, or this week! Today is the beginning of my much longed for vacation, and I’ll be free from boo-job at 3h15 pm. Meaning out of the building at 3h30. Now, I was just listening to happy music on The Internets, to find which tune…… Continue reading Cyra’s 1st Danceathon…

Daily Prompt · Flash fiction · short

Stalk her…

  The minute I saw you, my world collapsed. I knew my life would never be the same… This way… Your way of waltzing your way into the room took me completely by surprise. And I knew you had to be mine. Mine, and mine alone. Oh Miss Pretty, where have you been all my…… Continue reading Stalk her…

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By the lake…

She adjusted her big woolen scarf as she walked, and the sound of her soles on the cracking leaves was the only sign of her presence in the woods… She had been there countless number of times, but every visit felt like the first. In the forest, everything was in a perpetual state of changing.…… Continue reading By the lake…