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StoryFemale gingeresque012 years 1 month ago
StoryDust gingeresque012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Kindness of Strangers gingeresque412 years 7 months ago
StoryYou Will Break gingeresque313 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Winds of May gingeresque214 years 2 months ago
StoryEnvy of the Carefree gingeresque514 years 3 months ago
StoryDeath in Cairo fluffeu114 years 5 months ago
Forum topic18.02.11 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook114 years 5 months ago
Storyfor Tahrir, for Egypt nancy_am2514 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Grave gingeresque714 years 7 months ago
StoryButterfly fluffeu314 years 9 months ago
StoryFor The Love Of Paris gingeresque514 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Birthdays and Other Scary Things gingeresque614 years 10 months ago
StoryIn the paper bag fluffeu114 years 10 months ago
StoryElectricity gingeresque314 years 10 months ago
StoryWeak Point gingeresque614 years 10 months ago
StoryCombing through the knots fluffeu114 years 10 months ago
Storyto you, for now fluffeu514 years 10 months ago
StoryIn the family fluffeu314 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Night Together Hourhouse815 years 6 days ago
StoryVanessa gingeresque515 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Skin gingeresque315 years 6 months ago
StoryWasted (More of Men) gingeresque115 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Red Dress Left Behind gingeresque315 years 8 months ago
StoryYou're Not Always What You Say gingeresque215 years 8 months ago

My stories

Wasted (More of Men)

this joy of life that radiates with every twist of my hands every curve of my hips is wasted and worth many more men much more of men than you

December Rain

I'm not angry anymore. She realized this standing outside the decrepit bookstore on Sherif Street, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

Willpower

I got up Angry which is hard to do when you're naked and all he did was reach out and touch the skin behind my knee and I collapsed like a folding chair back into his arms
Story of the week

Tony Was a Friend of Mine

Tony's breaths would come in short, loud gasps whenever he touched my spine. He said the woman's back is the most delicate, sensual part of her body, and I arched back in agreement.
Cherry

The Red Dress Left Behind

I am sad, mama, I am sad all the time. In my dreams, I put on my red dress and sway my way through the shallow waters.

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