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Requital – Skimp Info

J tells me I should sell my cum online. I tell him I don’t cum. He tells me he’s seen me cum. I tell him he’s never seen me cum, I don’t cum. He tells me I came when we fucked. I tell him we’ve never fucked. He tells me I should remember, Baby J was sucking on one tit and he was sucking on the other one. I tell him Baby J isn’t real.

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Friends – Eric Cecil

Rand was leaving. He sulked up the blue stairs, pale and hard in the overhead light, and felt the basement’s humidity wither into the staid dry heat of the night above. It was the end of summer, but Rand knew there would be several more hot and immobile nights ahead, and as he opened the maintenance door and stepped into the acrid air, he cursed them.

He was already sweating when he locked the door and lowered and secured the gate.

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Partyman – Danny Swain

He didn’t really like parties, but here he was; couples sat here and there in the large living room, chatting louder than the music playing from a hidden stereo. The room was lit by a single shaded lamp and the woman was still talking to him.
“You must be a friend of Jill and Wendy.”
“I guess I must be.”
She was pretty in a way. Her nose was larger than beauty allowed but it fit her friendly features like an ornate doorknob.

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Airweight – James Nulick

I washed a girl’s hair on Tuesday and now I am considering pink-gripped murder… Her name is Phantasy and she was marched into my office – a tightlipped suitcase – by her young teacher, a woman whose look said you deal with it. My desk – metal body and legs, Formica inlay top, was older than me, a tanker desk from the 1950s, when Mother was still a girl. Phantasy sat on the other side of it in a red Virco 9016 school chair,

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