PHOBIA
She had the worst phobia in the world. She always said it, but he never finished explaining it to her.
''Tiny, widdle boy...'' A nervous smile stretched from Michael's mouth.
Lily laughed again. ''Don't try to make me angry! I wouldn't hurt him!''
''I told you it wasn't fair!'' Michael still laughed at her.
She smiled in return, a yearning in her eye. ''And maybe he would've been a little happier if I'd gave him the cure and backed out. But I knew I didn't want him getting sick.''
She looked at him, conflicted. It was a look she didn't show other people, but she felt…
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THE INTERVIEW
Gnarled hands take a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand in a poorly lit room; turns it on with difficulty as the metal of the handcuffs scrapes his wrists; thinking he is out of luck, he reaches for a spare and puts it on the floor in front of him.
At ten: "Hey Lenny, have a cigarette?"
The lamp is dim and the room is dark, but it's lit enough for him to see the small key-ring by his feet. She laughs, helps him lift the seat to the bed and flops him down into a ball. She pulls her skirt up to her hips, hops on top of him and lowers herself to the bed on top of him, sliding her body down…
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THE DANCE
When she took his hand it was cold, but she didn't care, she put the needle in the old record player and while the song began to resonate through the speakers they both started the dance, each gently drifting towards the other.
Eventually when the song was over both girls started to slowly struggle with their desire to touch each other. During the dance the flirty comments and coy stares began as they began slowly wondering what other things she was waiting for.
She continued to press harder and harder, never once stopping until her breasts started to shift and shift and shake. After a while she began to enter her orgasm and once she felt her breathing returning she slowly placed her hand on her lover's hip.
Softer than silk, as…
