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The making of a goddess

I saw you at the sink and wanted to pull you close to me, to draw the suds up and cup your breasts, to dip my hands down and cup you low, to feel the warmth and the heat, to tease you and open you up before I made you come, shuddering against me, pressed between domesticity and deification.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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