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The second he thrusts into me with the unspoken aggression of a man claiming a woman, my fingernails sink into his shoulders, a cry escaping my throat that he swallows, his hips moving to the hard beat of the song as my back slides against the cool glass.

My back slams against the wall before I can complain, a hand locking over my throat as Ari’s mouth closes over mine with such male possession that I open for his tongue to slide in, his taste like the sweetest of poisons sinking slowly into my veins.

Sliding another finger inside her, I pump my hand while sucking her nipple into a painful point that I bite in punishment for all the trouble her body has caused me.

“What kind of man uses so many emojis? Seriously? A little plane, a heart, and what the fuck is that? Water drops and an eggplant?”
“It’s a reference to sex,”

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🔹🔪🔹 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔹🔪🔹

I’m ready for a dark hero.
I’ll be the one on the left in the bitch mode lol!

“What’s this?”

He’s literally streaming porn from his phone to the TV. I didn’t know that was possible. He clicks on one titled Stepsister Fucked by Horny Brother While Parents are Away.
“Really?” I roll my eyes at his selection.

“I hate you.” Even as I say the words, I’m arching into him, needing more.
“Tell me another lie.”

I sit down, tucking my legs underneath me, and I start to write. And write. And write. I write to my brother. I write to Danny. I write to my mom and Grey. And I write to Thayer. I fill pages and pages of all the things I never said—of all the things I’ll never say. And it’s not until I’m done that I notice a tear rolling down my face.

“Sleep well.”

Eventually the trees thin and I find myself standing in front of Ransom Caves.

I think that it’s the only way to learn. Really learn. If you don’t get in there, cut through the skin and muscle and tendons, hold the heart in your hand, how can you really understand? If you don’t understand how things die how can you understand how they live?

“If a guy did that to me, I’d kill him,” Nola finally said. “But that’s just me.”

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✴🕷✴. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ✴🕷✴

Time to cleanse my palate from all the rainbow fart with a thriller lol!
I'll be the dejected brunette :p

But they saw us coming.

He grips my wrist and kisses my palm, and for a moment we struggle together, fighting the grief and the guilt and the words that we don’t say.

“I keep telling you exactly what I think. I’ve never tried to keep it from you. I don’t have much. My dresses are worn out. My shoes too. I don’t have a husband or a home or even my own pots and pans. I don’t have much,” I say again, “but I have my pride. And I am not going to beg.”

“I don’t want you here.”
I want my dignity, and there is none in the sickness that sweeps through the emigrant trains. Loose bowels and heaving sides—no one can keep the medicine down, though the medicine simply gives the fretting something to do. I’m not sure it helps all that much.

The clatter wears on me. Not the walking, not the work, not the vastness or the mud. It is the noise. The jangle and bump of the wagon, the endless cacophony of screeching wheels, harnesses, and cowbells.

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🔹⛰🔹. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . .🔹⛰🔹

I'm ready for whatever is it lol!
I'll be the one in the middle.

“This is more than I could’ve ever imagined.”

I couldn’t stop the shaking that overtook my whole body. As he finger-fucked me and made love to me with his tongue, I was unable to stop the fierce orgasm that flooded my entire system.

His white T-shirt was tucked into the back pocket of his Levi jeans, and I was officially back to my Joe-from-You stalking vibes.
Had his butt always been that magical and plump? Geez, all I wanted to do was walk over to him, place my two hands against his butt cheeks, and squeeze.

Just because words weren’t spoken didn’t mean they weren’t felt, and those words suffocated me on a daily basis.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong, say I didn’t care a lick what these townspeople thought of me, but the truth was I did care. I wanted them to like me, because more than being bullied, I feared being unloved.

Daisies.
Hundreds upon hundreds of vibrant yellow daisies seemed to have been placed there on purpose.

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🌀 ➕ 🌀 . . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . 🌀 ➕ 🌀

Bring on the feels!
I’ll be the blondie.

“You sneaky bastard.”

She’s so soft and the way she sighs against my mouth makes me crazy. So wrong. So right. God, I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.

“I want to fuck you until I have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet so no one hears you coming only a few feet from the party, and then I want you to walk back out there and make small talk while filled up with my come.”