Dancing On Roof Tops

Dancing On Roof Tops

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It happened on the first day of spring. A blur of a dress, bare feet dancing on roof tiles underneath it. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight of a fresh starlit sky. Flowers bloomed in her soul, each one growing roots within her. She was entranced, captivated by the warmth of the delicate touch of the stanger's outreached hand. It was at that moment-as odd as it was-that she knew, she was different. Well, more different than she thought. (Cover photo not mine)
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Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

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