I'm at the stage of life where I'm full of cringe. It's cool, though. At least I'm being true to my conscience of unexplainable mood swings. LOL.
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His lips on hers. They were kissing. She tried to reason with herself, making up excuses that she was lonely and lost, even a bit hormonal. But that wasn't it. She had a good life, and she kept herself in check for the sake of self-respect.
A quiet moan escaped with a smile, and then she knew. He had earned her devotion and now she was falling in love with him.
He began to pull away, making her plead with trembling lips of tender color.
"Don't stop. Please."
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"The end of the day, I'm helpless." -Vancouver Sleep Clinic