He put her in a cage, the metal door clanging shut behind her with a ringing finality. It was a large cage, but not large enough for her to stand or stretch out; she had to crouch or sit or curl up. Her heard thudded in her chest. What was she doing here? What had she agreed to? What would happen now? She pressed herself up against the side
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I've been trying for the last six days to write erotic fiction that didn't make me want to groan when I re-read it, and you go and accomplish in two-and-a-half paragraphs what I couldn't do in thousands of words.
I surrender. More, please.
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"it puts the lotion in the basket or it gets the hose again!"
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its ok
I laughed too...
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Please don't go to bed tonight until you write a little more.
;-)
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