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Porn Again-Part One
Continued from the Prologue… Another boring day in paradise, Happy mused to himself as he carefully studied the annoying flash of the cheap alarm clock staring at him. Morbid, maniacal and outright disturbing in its cadence, his seemingly innocuous glance erupted with fervor as he slammed his hand down hard on the device, silencing it. Slowly lifting himself from the soft and secure confines of his bed, Happy studied every corner of his modern yet tasteful bedroom. Everything from the wallpaper and furnishings to the rather extravagant king sized bed reeked of a virtual Pottery Barn catalogue. If he didn’t know better, he could almost envision prices materializing before his very eyes to the tune of Candy’s voice as they debated for hours on the layout and overall palette when they first moved in. Perfectly polished and pristine wall sconces framed a beautifully grand mirror that directly faced their bed.
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Amine OubihPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Porn Again-Prologue
Sweet oblivion. Pure, sweet, uncorrupted oblivion...that’s what she tasted like on our first night together, and I dined on her soul like a madman in the most beautiful prison in which there was no escape. Candace Rhodes was her name...’Candy’, as I liked to call her, and man did she ever taste like the sweetest candy on Earth. Fresh out of college, the employment boom in South Florida wasn’t so much a boom for me as it was a faint trickle; a stark reminder of the challenges of life in the Bush economy. Somehow, the dream of one day owning a nice, palatial home in Miami withered down to a modest 2-bedroom dwelling in the Victoria Park section of Fort Lauderdale. Still, those early years with Candace made it all the more enjoyable and special.
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A Female Fantasy
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