Flash Me: First

I stopped breathing.

It wasn't the touch of his lips that did it. It was the deliberate way he ran his hand through my hair, gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close. It was the way he licked...

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Published on February 06, 2012 19:38
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Sara Winters
A blog about writing, with the random dirty thought thrown in. May be NSFW on occasion.
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