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My fingers shivered as I submitted my creative writing piece to her. I prayed this time she wouldn't criticize my work again and force me into one of those dreaded makeup tests that I always had to take alone, which I hate so much. The manuscript felt weighted with my hidden thoughts, yet I'd managed to capture them on paper. I had poured my most secret longings into this narrative easily after watching my roommate shower, their skin glistening with water. That's when the concept for my story began to form for me.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Ava's POV “Why did you stop?” I cried out in confusion and desperation but all I was met with was silence as I heard his footsteps moving farther from me. “Davin?” “Be patient, kitten.” I heard him say even though he sounded far away. “What's the fun without edging?” I was trembling so bad that all I could do was lean down so that my head was touching the ground. I was a huge fan of edging and teasing, but right now all I wanted was his big cock in my pussy. Desperately.

Lena leaned forward suddenly, her elbows on the table, pushing her cleavage up in that low-cut top she wore, her cheeks flushed pink from the drinks, and she clapped her hands together once, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Boring, beer pong is for freshmen who do not know how to have real fun, let us do something with actual stakes tonight, like strip shot roulette, where the loser has to take a shot and then remove one piece of clothing, but we make it better by adding dares, really filthy ones that no one can back out of,” she suggested, her voice dropping to that husky tone she got when she was excited, winking at me across the table, her foot nudging mine under the chair, and I felt

Heat spread under her palm. For a long time she ate and drank and stared at the ceiling where smoke wrote soft stories. When she finally slept, it came like a river. In dreams she ran with three shadows that did not crowd her and did not fall behind. They ran at her side, and when she stumbled, the earth rose to meet her instead of breaking her knees.

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I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

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At one point, I was sure that I moaned, which only made Kai more focused on the job of relieving my pressure, all with a satisfied smile. I could have stayed there all night, laughing, talking, and drinking. But it was nearly four in the morning, and I thought it best I get home. I didn’t need my lonely heart making any rash decisions. Once safe inside, I sent a group text and told them I had a lot of fun and that i’d be in touch. Barely able to wiggle out of my dress, I was too exhausted to wash off my makeup or take a shower. I found pleasure in the feel of my sore and sweaty body. It was the most fun