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You Don’t Want My Type of Love
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I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was…
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You Want To Stay
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A few strides in, I feel her tackle my feet. I topple forward, and as my hands try to brace the fall, the key and chain slide out. She pins me, and I try to wrestle out from under her. My hand almost reaches the key again, but her frame…