Category Archives: creative writing

The Call Girl – Part Six (end)

Her heart raced and beat hard.  She leaned forward, pushing onto his chest, resting on him and began to bounce on him. “Oh, fuck.  Oh Rachel.” “Mmmm, Kevin.  Are you gonna cum for me,” she said as she looked down … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Five

continuation -> “Oh god, just fuck me baby.  Fuck me!” She moaned loudly. Kevin sat up on the bed, grabbed hold of his fully erect shaft and shuffled forward.  As he did, Rachel sat up and grabbed his neck.  She … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Four

“Mmmm, yess baby.  That feels so good,” she moaned.  Kevin smiled as he suckled at her breast.  He pulled back and looked up into her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled.  She smiled back at him and … Continue reading

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The Call Girl – Part Three

He slid his left hand over her thigh and squeezed her cheek.   He pushed her hips with his right hand and pulled her over with his left.  She lifted her leg and lowered it on his other side.  She sat … Continue reading

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Missing

I hope she doesn’t think i’ve left left her I am absent from her presence but not forever i miss her constantly her words echo in my head her face imprinted on my eyes please don’t think I’ve left you … Continue reading

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Natural

The tranquility of the scene warms me. The calm motionless water reflects the powder sky like glass The gentle breeze whispers through the palms, barely disturbing the sands The warm breeze caresses the contours and soft edges of my face. … Continue reading

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The Last Goodbye

Goodbye “Can you go down to forty dollars?” I ask the vendor.  He looks down, looks back up at me.  “Yeah, sure” he replies.  “Excellent.  I’ll take it.”  I am now the owner of a new, Dion Phaneuf, Toronto Maple Leafs … Continue reading

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