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Flirting with Pizza

Mindi rolled her shoulders up and back, drew her shoulder blades down her spine, and concentrated on her breath. But the fiery sky and her hot, wet crotch kept drawing her attention, so she forced the sun to set and … Continue reading

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What Do You Like On Your Pizza?

 Traffic thickened as they approached Boise. Most of it was heading towards them. It was too early for suburbanites to leave their quiet neighborhoods for a night out. As Mitch merged onto Interstate 84, Mindi’s mind raced. Mitch could actually … Continue reading

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