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The Bench
The Bench She knew it was coming on and so she sat upon the bench. the lover's bench as the college reffered to it. He saw her sitting there alone and with a nod of his head that sent his hair into his face, he asked to sit down. he was so perfect. with the hard beauty of youth. The lines of his face at their peak. He was caught the moment he was within her scent. Lips met first, grazing across almost dry lips, parted and then swept in his and wetted as his tongue pushes in and fills her mouth with his possesion. It ended quicker than she would have liked, but he was nervous in the outdoors. Embarresed at his performance, he speaks a soft thank you and pulls his hood up and disappears into the night. If he had looked back he would have seen the tabby cleaning herself upon the bench, curling up and waiting. |
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