Every day I travel an hour to get to work in a semi rural city. I see as the seasons pass through the landscape and its colors are being left on my retina. 315 more words
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I’ve been thinking about this for a few days.
I was a librarian when Fifty Shades of Grey hit big time. Latex gloves on check in, constantly updating paperback stocks, my assistant coming in wide-eyed and shellshocked because her mother took her copy and told the poor girl that “oh me and your dad are reading it together”. 453 more words
- getting a thorough patdown at a European airport, standing atop a box while a white haired gentleman (ha!) squeezes along my limbs, stroking up and down over my body but it isn’t until he grabs my waist, a direct mimic of that motion that precedes a thorough fucking from behind, that I begin to blush… 134 more words