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Two Yeses

I hop off my stool, drain my glass, turn toward the beach, and strut my shit brazenly and slow as molasses so they get a good, long, view of my cuppable ass. I want them to imagine it in their hands. I want them to imagine me bent over for them to spread me open and look inside. And so that’s how I walk. I know they’re seeing it, but I don’t look back.

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Seducing Mr. Riley

You are eager to see who will make the first move. He walks away from you, and comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Setting the glasses on his counter, he deftly uncorks the wine and pours a glass for both of you. You accept his offering, taking several large sips to calm your bubbling anxiety. He drinks some of his and then focuses his eyes on you.

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The First Meeting

He looks exactly like he did in his photo. But he’s scanning the platform, looking out the car’s windows to the now-empty station. There’d been so many people getting on and off, he must not have seen you. Or more likely, you realize, he may have seen you but didn’t think that you were you. After all, he has no idea what you actually look like.

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Crude Awakening

I was here because I was looking for an escape from reality. And he was going to provide that, whether he realized it or not.

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