The Exhibitionist and The Voyeur Cross Paths
There’s a park I like to go to. It’s usually not very occupied, allowing me a better comfort level of just being somewhere alone. And affords the luxury of being naughty, as well, if...
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Fiction: Taxicab Confessional Continued
I must have looked at him with some fear mixed into my lust because he smiled and kissed my check tenderly. His lips moved back my cheek to my ear so he could whisper:...
