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“They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.” The receptionist had given her the heavy brass key with a nervous laugh. “Just… ring the front desk if anything unusual happens.” Sophia unpacked in the lavish suite, admiring the antique four-poster bed, the velvet drapes, and the claw-foot bathtub that overlooked the stormy sea. She showered, slipped into a silky black slip, and settled into bed with a book on cognitive biases, determined to prove once again that the supernatural was nonsense. The lights dimmed on their own at midnight.

She says. She quickly tells me what happened at the shop while I take notes and ask questions as she goes on. When our food is brought to the table, we're just finishing up. The special that Sherri ordered is a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs for us to share. When I look at her in question, she smiles and picks up a fork. "Haven't you ever seen Lady and the Tramp? Start eating, and let's see what happens." Okay, I'm game, but this better end like the movie with my lips on hers.

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the way he said it makes me want to do it over and over again if he’s the one I would be seeing but like he said I immediately stand upright and smoothen my short dress while my gaze goes to my murderer thong. As I start to bend down to pick it, he beats me to it and stuffs it into his pocket surprising the hell out of me. “What…why?” “Leave here woman before I change my mind” I rush into the car and speed off with a smile plastered on my face. What a hell of a twenty-fifth birthday, I couldn’t have wished for a better one. This is a story that even my grandkids must hear. It will be a story of how their nana was fucked thoroughly like never before by the fucking roadside. The ache in betwee

Saying nothing further, Lin left the shop to walk down to another shop. A few minutes had gone by. Lin sat down on a chair in a coffee shop and soon, he saw the essayist was coming into the coffee shop. Lin stood up to greet him. The essayist replied greetings and he also sat down. A few minutes later, Lin started his interview with the essayist. Truly, prose in the form of essays or short stories remains the most popular literary genre among Myanmar people. Punctuated by lyrical and rhythmic verses, a short story or essay can easily captivate the imagination of the readers.

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She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

I was about to get up on my feet when his deep voice came. “Don't.”, he said, stopping right in front of me. I looked at him, then at Robert. They both had the same smug smile on their face. “I read your journal, May”, Shane said, and I froze. My journal! God knows the filthy thoughts I wrote down. “I remember everything”. He held my gaze. “Especially the one about how you've always wanted to have both our cocks in you at once” My throat went dry. I remembered writing that when I was younger. It was a long time ago, but that didn't change the fact that it's true, or that I still wanted it.

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

They ended up sharing similarities and laughing at the same things. They complained about the same small town rules. They shared stories they had never even whispered to their boyfriends, Grant and Silas. They talked about how both of them had refused their high school boyfriends sex because they worried that once the small town knew, their reputations would die. They admitted that they had only gone as far as putting their mouths on their boyfriends' cocks because it was the one thing they could hide. Both were still virgins. They even showed each other their hymens one night, giggling like they were inspecting some forbidden treasure.