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Erotic flash fiction: Epicenter of Pleasure
I breathed in, just like he taught me. He always did the lighter for me; I could never get it to work right. I breathed in the smoke until he thought it was enough. I always liked that he made that decision for me.
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Short Erotic Fiction: The Best Ideas, Chapter 3
The other parts of this story can be found here. Brian’s extension flashed on my phone, and immediately my heart was in my throat. “Hey, Martina,” he said from the other end of the receiver. “Hi.” Even that one word sounded too breathy. You are a ridiculous slut, you know that?
