One Night in SpokaneWhen it rains like this, everything is sticky and slick and just a bit more sensual. My feet are possessed with a mind of their own as I walk past strange faces on unfamiliar streets. I’ve never been in this town before, but the rain makes it feel a bit more familiar. It is only fitting it rains the first time I visit Washington. Three hours on a plane and another spent walking off the soreness of my muscles, hunting these streets for my chosen prey. Black hats and black coats, wandering, smelling your scent on the photo I finally convinced you to send me.One Night in Spokane
The creamy perfection of your skin comes into focus as the bookstore
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I write erotic short stories. Yep, it's true.
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