She whispered, “How much?”
“I’m no pro.” I said then winked, “But I do accept tips.”
In the morning, she left it on the nightstand. I did too.
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One Nightstand
Author: Moxie
I am a purveyor of dreams, fantasies and the occasional nightmare.
Usually sensual, often romantic, frequently erotic, sometimes humorous and nearly always offbeat—aiming for provocative. The stories that I write as well as the people, places and events found in them are pure fiction and nothing more—as far as you know.
Princess
She’d half forgotten what she’d imagined as she waited for her fairy tale to come true;
Surely, it didn’t include feeding these pesky trolls.
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“Sometimes, most times frogs are just frogs,” she mused aloud.
“Or, just maybe I’m not a princess,” she thought and puckered up again, “Nah.”
“Or, just maybe I’m not a princess,” she thought and puckered up again, “Nah.”
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Help Wanted
She was in sales; her wares were pleasure toys.
Her help wanted ad read:
Product Demonstrator Needed
Competition was stiff for the one opening.
Her help wanted ad read:
Product Demonstrator Needed
Competition was stiff for the one opening.
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Reflection
She didn’t recognize the reflection in the mirror.
Her identity had always been as property –
Someone’s daughter, girl friend, lover.
Who was that woman staring back?
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Her identity had always been as property –
Someone’s daughter, girl friend, lover.
Who was that woman staring back?
(140 Characters)
Own Devices
Some girls shouldn’t be left to their own devices-especially her.
Her devices tended to have sharp edges, electricity and left a sticky mess.
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