Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 3, 2020
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"Hi, can I borrow some laundry detergent? Mine just ran out" beautiful dark skin asks. "Uh, sure." I smile politely and hand her my newly bought detergent. "Thanks so much! I'll give it back to you." She walks away to her washing area as I continue to stare. I honestly didn't mean to, but there I was. Her ass was what caught my eye, or was it the lack of breasts that I find flattering on women??? This is just me admiring someone else's beauty. I kept reassuring myself like it wasn't wrong. In a sense it kinda was. But my heart raced in a way that I couldn't place before.
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I leaned over the railings of the balcony of the room I'm currently renting. It's on the very top floor, 25th, and the view down below was... fine. I can't seem to compliment a thing worthy of a compliment with the right word no matter how outstanding they seem to be. I guess my past ruined me that my eyes can't see the beauty of one thing no matter how brightly it shines. All the things I see now are blood and violence. Nothing else, if it's not either of the two, then, it is useless to me. Well, there's also one thing. Sex It's a way of release most people yearned for and desperately searched for while I just let it come. It's not like I'll die if I don't have it although I do know that it is a need for me. But, I do not care on whom I get from. The same way I don't care how I get my money. One thing is for sure, my money? It's blood money... and I'm damn proud of it.

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