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Two Beck’s in a Bottle

In the kitchen, after teasing her full lips and kissing her breathless, Mitch had felt her lose herself and become a part of him. Her muscles had went limp, like a marionette whose strings had been cut. With a reaction … Continue reading

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Two Beck’s in a Bottle

Although it was a brewery, Mitch ordered two Beck’s in a bottle. He wanted his beers and to get-the-hell out. A woman in a red fuck-me dress, holding a martini, approached and oozed herself against the bar to stand next … Continue reading

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