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The urge to stuff myself silly has dissipated lately which is probably a good thing for my grocery bill. My weight has stayed about the... -
Peter that full feeling is so blissful and intoxicating isn't it? My question was asked knowing people on this site would be all for it...
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I walk up the stairs to the hallway where his apartment is. I’ve never been here before. It’s a nice building, not fancy but fairly new...
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“Can’t we go back to the way things were before?” I run my hand through my hair until it’s as ruffled as my thoughts. “No. We can’t.”...
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My phone dings again. Three words. “You were right.” I frown at the screen and type, “I was right about what?” “Me. What I wanted...
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And not just gone from my bed. Gone from the hotel. He doesn’t turn up for the last few interviews. I have to do them myself. He...
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It is a sacrament of sugar as I slowly feed him every piece of fudge in the bag. He has his eyes closed and he is breathing heavily. I...
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I draw my hand back as if scalded. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, suffusing my skin with pink blushes...
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oh how I miss this one
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