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Yard Sale Find
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Yard Sale Find The resonating clunk of the trunk being placed on the workbench bounced around the room like bubbles in a champagne bottle. Jack looked over his find, very happy the sweet old lady was willing to part with this beautiful wooden steamer trunk for sixty bucks and a kiss on the cheek. He chuckled at how she negotiated the kiss into the price. “Come on cutie, just one on the cheek. Make a girl’s day.” That phrase would play in his head for a long time. Returning his focus back to the trunk he could see the iron was in good shape and there was only few big scratches. He would leave a couple of the minor scratches since they provided some nice character, the rest should be easy enough to sand out. His fingertips could feel some of the stories the grains of the wood had held over the years. Jack smiles as he pictured how good it will look once it was sanded, stained and varnished. His fingertips ran down the side over the old oak. The shades of brown in the wood spoke to the age and stories of this trunk. The trunk was locked, and the lady who sold it had said he could have whatever was in the trunk, the key had been lost for ages. The lock wasn’t to complex, at least on the surface. Taking a roll of soldering wire Jack straightened out the end. Along with the wire he used his swiss army knife as a makeshift locking picking kit. After several minutes and one slip that would have left a nice gash on his arm it it hadn’t just missed his forearm, there was a mechanical click. Jack lifted the lid, and figured it would be best to let it air out a few minutes before peeking in. He wasn't sure what smell was awaiting him, so he decided to go make himself a sandwich. After several minutes putzing about the garage and half a sandwich later, it was time to brave the trunk. Luckily the smell of the stack of old magazines and newspapers was tempered by a chunk of cedar that was part paperweight part air freshener. The newspapers and magazines spanned over four decades but didn’t seem to have historical significance, just everyday papers. Setting the papers aside, he took a look inside to see what was so heavy. Waiting to be resurrected from the time capsule was an old reel to reel projector. The silver toned, hammered metal was very vintage in Jack’s mind. The projector was very cool but was of absolute no real use except, well he wasn’t sure what he could use it for. The only remaining item in the trunk was an old VCR player. Jack chuckled at the brand, he wasn’t sure how to pronounce it but it would make a hell of a scrabble word. He had never heard of that company before and was fairly certain the company was introduced and bankrupted sometime in Reagan’s first term. An old projector and an ancient VCR seemed like an odd items to store in a trunk, but was a nice bit of nostalgia. Now that the trunk was empty he thought about his luck for finding such a great piece. Yet, something didn’t seem right. Jack couldn’t quite figure out what was bothering him. Something about the trunk definitely seemed to be off. Jack took a bite of his sandwich and absently put it down nearly missing the plate. Standing there for several minutes, it seemed like the trunk was too shallow. Wrapping his knuckle on the bottom of the trunk it nearly confirmed he was right. He knocked again and that confirmed his suspicion. There was a false bottom or hidden compartment. It took about ten minutes to figure out how to open up the hidden compartment. There was a cadre of vcr tapes, CD-ROMs and a few reel to reel tins. Each item seemed to have a label with a location and year. After exploring the various tapes and tins and wondering what was on all these home movies that spanned five decades. Taking the tin labeled Sonoma 1958, throwing an extension cord over his shoulder and realizing how much heavier the projector was than it looked, he made his way into the house. It took several minutes to find a spot I the house. By taking down two of his autographed jerseys from the wall in his man cave and setting up the projector, there was a makeshift viewing spot. It took several tries to figure out how exactly to thread the reel to reel but eventually the film was ready. The heat of the lightbulb cast a distinctive smell as the whir and hum of the projector sang as it warmed up. Jack went to fetch the rest of his sandwich and a cold bottle of beer on his way back in. Flipping the switch the reel started to spin and the wall became a movie screen. The black and white images fluttered on his wall, and then she appeared. A lady was driving down the road in a convertible. She had big sunglasses on, a white scarf around her head as they drove down the road. She looked kind of like, oh what was her name he thought. The one kind of like Marilyn Monroe. Dammit what was her name. The thought dug and scratched at his brain as california country side provided a movie screen kind of backdrop. What must have been crystal blue skies and lush green hills, masked in shades of black and gray scrolled by. There she was, her smile was a perfect picture framed by her, what he was assuming red lipstick stained lips. One could never tell exactly the depth and breadth in the black and white world he was watching. Jayne! Jayne Mansfield! She was a poor man’s Jayne Mansfield. Damn that was going to bother him all day. The convertible pulled up to a little cabin and the film cuts only to find her sitting.on a bed. Her Hollywood blonde hair looked white on the screen. The more he looked there more hidden beauty she held. Her eyes were as soft and sinful as her curves. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes from plunging deep into her cleavage. She wasn’t like starlet beautiful but she was damn sexy. She looked like she could have been painted on the side of a World War II bomber. The sex appeal was undeniable, he couldn't stop imagining what was under those clothes. Then, for the first time, Jack hears sounds on the movie when a voice off camera asks something. “Ok doll. What’s your name and where ya from.” Jack subconsciously leans forward as she smoothes out her clothes as if readying to make herself presentable, and smiles towards the camera. “Hi. Mae Jacobson from just outside Saint Louis. What’s your name sweetie?” There was a long pause and Jack leaned in figuring he couldn’t hear the cameraman talk. Mae continued to look right in the camera, “Don’t keep a girl in suspense sweetie, what’s your name?” Her eyes seemed to be locked onto his. “Jack.” Immediately shaking his head, he felt like such an idiot talking to a black and white home movie. ”Thanks sweetie.” The response had been immediate so Jack was slightly taken aback at the coincidence in timing but shrugged it off. Then heard the cameraman ask something that he couldn’t quite make out. “Well I have this friend back home that is doing this study with these two professors or something. Masters and Jones..Jackson or something like that. Anyway, they are studying sex and well, I’ve always wanted to see what I look like.” Swallowing hard, Jack’s throat seemed unnaturally dry and took swig from his beer. It was fascinating to think how out of the norm this behavior must have been. A lady back then was supposed to be pretty and not much else from what he heard. A lady back then certainly shouldn’t be talking about sex let alone do what he anticipated she would be doing. The confidence she had seem to shimmer through the screen. She made no excuses for her sexuality, her body, it was intoxicating. She had the screen presence of Marilyn, except this was just her unscripted. Feeling his chest expand as the need for air increased, Jack found himself a bit star struck, and a bit peeping Tomish, if that was even a word. The erotic tension and her sex appeal seemed to keep his sense of guilt at bay. He couldn't wait to see what happened next. “We’ll cut right there doll, let you get ready.” The film flashed white with the rough cut editing of the old celluloid. The new scene opened with the camera at the looking at the bottom of the bed. Slowly the view started to pan up inch by inch until her feet appeared. Slow rolling pan continued as the view changed. Feet to shin, shin to knee, knee to thigh. each moment reveling in the innate beauty of the female form. The camera continued to slowly drag it’s gaze to a place where no gentleman should have seen without a ring. Her hand playfully covers her most intimate of places in a coy ploy at modesty. The camera continues slowly over her hand and pelvis, over her belly button. He wasn’t sure if it was the black and white film or her skin, but it looked creamy, soft, kissable...delicious. Thoughts of what it would have been like to kiss his way up her body trickled down his spine like rain. What sort of moans would his lips elicit from her. The camera continue to pan up and the curve of her breast slowly appear like a morning sunrise. Leaning forward Jack couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The view crept at an agonizing pace. Jack’s chest rose and fell in an exaggerated manner as his breathing deepened. The camera reveals her arm modestly covering her breasts. “Wow.” Escapes his lips as Jack is literally sitting on the edge of his seat. Eyes wide trying to take everything in as untoward thoughts exploded in his mind. This wasn't porn so much as erotic art. Jack’s journey into the present day past continues as the home movie pulls him in further. Mae’s head tilted slightly exposing her neck, showcasing the spot where Jack’s lips wanted to be. The flirty coy twinkle in her eyes was accentuated by the vision of her biting her bottom lip. She knew what she was doing. She knew what she was doing was wrong, by traditional standards. She was perfectly comfortable at being the innocent bad girl. A slow zoom framing her face caught every detail of her. Mae looked directly at the camera. There was a giggle in the tone of her voice when she asked if she was pretty. But Jack saw something the belied her voice. The flirtatious twinkle had faded as there was a look of unnerving vulnerability she was trying to suppress. His heart felt heavy that such a beautiful woman didn’t realize how beautiful she was, but seemed so much more than just beautiful. She needed to know that she didn’t have to defined by her sex appeal and settle to be a Stepford wife. He couldn’t stop the words from being said. “You are beyond beautiful.” “Thank you.” whispered through the projector’s speaker. There was a newfound softness in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly and seemed to look right at Jack. His lips seemed impossibly dry beneath her lipstick stained lips and she licked them as her gaze seemed to hold his. The camera stayed zoomed in on her face. Her breath suddenly shortened and her eyes slowly closed as she bit her lip. He didn’t need to see what she was doing, to know exactly what she was doing. The close up was so intimate. How Mae breathed and the flush of her skin was apparent even in black and white. The flutter of her eyes and distinct gasp as her fingers found just the right spot. The camera seemed to become a direct extension of his eyes, panning and zoomed exactly where Jack wanted to see. The camera caught how her puckered nipple seemed to scream out for his lips as she arched her back and let out a moan. Watching her hand hidden behind her raised thigh as her hips rocked and moved in sync with her desires made Jack’s body respond in kind. He could taste the tension in her body. Every movement was a step closer to where she was headed. Every detail was captured by his eyes, or was it the camera? The lines of reality seemed to be blurred the closer she was to finding her release. The way her body moved and contorted was foreign yet a familiar dance. His eyes scanned up and down her imperfectly perfect form. He could see the muscles in her thighs clench and then release. The beautiful sight of how her hand ran over her breast and squeezed would be etched in his mind forever. He memorized how her moans rumbled in her chest before rolling and breathing their way into life. The furrow of her brow when the pleasure was just intense enough to be beautifully uncomfortable and showcased the fleeting moments of such bliss. Nothing went unnoticed even the movement of how her lips and mouth moved with each different type of moan she shared. It was a beautiful symphony that keep building in intensity. That’s when the first wave hit. Her toes curled as her legs coiled back to her. Her mouth sputtered several short moans as her back arched and she finally cried out. Suddenly the smell of cigarettes, musk and sandalwood fills Jack’s being as the black and white turned sepia and the contrast rose into the full prism of colors. The droplets of pleasure seemed to shimmer in the California sun that cast long shadows on the cabin walls. Maes eyes closed as her fingers continued to please. Her breath was short and her need was long. She partially opened her eyes to try to look at him. Her free hand caressing her breast as the pleasure her body was feeling was building. In a forced exhale “Jack” hung in the air as her lungs tried to breathe. The first wave had thundered through her like a hard of stallions running free. Her body was building, needing more. “Jack, I need you now” The husky rasp of her panting only accentuated the sensual pitch of her voice. Jack had to force a swallow so he could breath again. His hands were nearly shaking as the pent up desire screamed inside him, yearning to be released. His chest continued to heave like a blacksmith’s billow as Mae stoked the desire that raged within him. Jack felt himself twitch as Mae’s back jolted up as she pinched her nipple. He was beyond aroused and his body, was not only ready for her, but aching for her. “Jacccccck” she moaned. “Pleeeeeeease I need you now.” she said in huffs of breath. Jack hadn’t realized how hard he had been gripping the wooden armrest of this, apparently brand new, mid-century chair he found himself in. She was there, just a few short steps from him. He head spun like he had been out all night on a breakup bender. His body felt on fire. His muscles were straining like a tethered animal trying to break it’s leash. “Ja..” her plea for him was cut short as her second orgasm rocked through her. Jack pulled his shirt off over his head and quickly undressed as the sounds of her delight echoed in this California cabin. Jack wasted no time or amount of wasted motion to make his way to the end of the bed. Mae was laying there coming down off the high her body just enjoyed. She was still slowly rubbing needing more attention but as her other hand covered her forehead Jack could tell just how much her body had already enjoyed. Mae smiled as she saw him standing there naked, hard, wanting at the end of her bed. There was a happiness she felt in knowing she made him this aroused, that somehow her pleasure turned him on. The three other boys she had been with never looked at her like Jack was looking at her. She didn't feel like a means to an end or that her purpose was for his pleasure. She felt..she felt like a woman. His lust was blinding him but even in that, the way he looked at her made her feel powerful, even an equal to him. The feeling was so foreign yet so invigorating. With all Mae was feeling, what she was missing was feeling him. He was taking his time and it was killing her inside. She watched him lean down and kiss her leg. Each soft kiss of his lips traveled just a little further up her thigh. Her full breasts heaved as her chest rose and fell struggling for more oxygen. Through it all his eyes never left hers. None of her other lovers had kissed or like this, or kissed her where he was kissing her. The pillowy softness of his lips felt amazing against her tingling skin but she ached to feel him inside her. Mae’s breath caught as Jack’s lips pressed her clit. The sensation was incredible no man had ever kissed her like this. What was he doing? Why wasn't he inside her like all her other lover’s had been in a rush to do. Wasn’t she pretty enough to have sex with she wondered. Wasn’t she all dirty down there. She could feel the sticky sweetness of her first two orgasms. Maybe her cousin was right, that no man liked to be with a lady after she climaxes. That it was selfish of a woman to not be clean and that she should serve her man’s needs. Her only role that was to give her joy was to get pregnant and become a mom. Had she failed her new lover somehow? The sudden pleasure was so intense Mae instinctively thrust her back towards the heavens as she felt his tongue flick her swollen and slightly sore clit. The pleasure shot through like a bolt of lightning. She felt hs arms and shoulder snake thier way under her legs as he pressed in closer. He was doing what no man had ever done to her, maybe even something no man should ever do to a woman. This was dirty. Why would he do this? This wasnt sex. She was so gross down there, at least that what she had always been taught. God had made all women dirty down there so men would only ever be tempted to be there to make a baby. Yet he he was. Her thought was cut short as another jolt of pleasure rocked through her as his tongue delved into her and his lips gave her clit a soft suck. Mae ran her hand over her breasts as her toes curled over his shoulders. She felt tiny firework popping off her skin. Moaning at this new sensation. She still wasn't sure what he was doing but knew it just felt too damn good to be bad. Biting her bottom lip she tried to hold back a moan but the pleasure tingled thru her light a spring rain falling on the tin roof of her childhood home. Jack’s big hands sailed up her sides his fingers dancing over her ribs like wind over wind chimes.He pressed his face in closer relishing the taste of her. The momentary tangent of wondering how common cunnilingus was back in the 50s flew in and out of his thoughts. He had a inkling it was new to her or there was some trepidation but she seemed on board now and lost in the moment. At least he hoped. With the thought disappearing Jack continued to lick, suck, and enjoy pleasing Mae. Her sticky sweetness covered his face as he pressed in more. His tongue twisted, twirled, and licked her, delighting in her moans and how her body reacted. They both could feel her body preparing for another tidal wave of pleasure. Mae hips moved in unison with Jack’s tongue. Every lick and sensation made her forget everything else. She forgot how “dirty” an act this was, that this wasn’t something a lady or a gentleman ever did. All she felt was the tingling over her body, the feel of his cheeks against her thighs, and the delicious sensation of his tongue serving her. She moaned as her fingers, seemingly working independant of her brain, tugged and pulled at her nipple. Gasping, as Jack’s tongue and lips continued their onslaught, Mae could feel herself losing control. She reached down clawing at Jack to get him closer. Jack winced as her fingernails dragged at the skin near his neck and shoulder blades. He could feel it was deep enough it would leave scratches but wasn’t enough to to break the skin. The pain was temporary as he focused completely on her. Hearing her breathing become deep and ragged. Feeling the tremors gathering to bring themselves together to rumble through her when the moment came. Mae’s hand found the back of his head and push him in deeper. Her other hand found the back of his head and she lost herself to time and space. Holding onto his head, her hips bucked and ground against him as her ass rose and fell on the bed. She kept starting to call out his name only to have her moans steal her breath. Feeling her wild abandon and passion only fueled Jack’s want. He was unrelenting as he licked and sucked furiously tasting every drop as she would grind against his face. Jack found it so erotic and exciting feeling her hands grip the back of his head. He could feel her floating away to her own cosmos and her tether to reality was her grip on his head. The further she drifted the tighter she held on, the tighter she held on the more he felt connected to her. Her pleasure was fulfilling him in ways he could never convey or explain. The more he tasted the more she moaned, the more the moment was. It wasn’t just a physical act, it was deeper. Besides, there was a devilish thrill in hearing her moan, hearing her so overrun with pleasure she couldn’t even say his full monosyllabic name.Suddenly her thighs clenched around him as her hips bucks. That’s when her body let go as she flooded him with her pleasure. She screammed out his name as her body shuddered around and on him. Her finger digging into his head as her legs stiffened and her toes curled. Her entire body contracted and wrenched as each wave rode roughshod over her. Mae let go of Jack’s head and put one hand over her eyes as the cooldown slowly rippled through her. Her head was cloudy and unable to think, let alone comprehend what had just happened. She wasn’t sure what he had done, but she knew she liked it. Feeling the heat rise from her skin, Mae tried to catch her breath. Jack got up a smiled at her from the end of the bed. Mae couldn't think but her eyes could drink in the sight of Jack. The pull and push of his leg muscles as he strode towards towards the chair. She full enjoyed the sculpt and curve of his behind as he stood there. She saw he pull out something from his tan leather wallet. The square object had crisp rich color and was like no wrapper she had ever seen. She watch as he pulled out a lightly colored ring. She was enthralled as she watched what he was doing, He pinched it then placed it on the head of his penis.and rolled it down the length of his erect shaft. It was a prophylactic, but unlike anyone she had ever seen. The color was so much more neutral, more natural than the rubbery beige that Jimmy Pesnick had used in the back of his dad’s ‘49 Plymouth wagon. Plus the one Jack had was individually wrapped, it wasn't just loose in the tin case like a sardine. It was all so foreign and wonderful to her. Her body was tired and her nerves were raw, but as she watched Jack’s erect penis bounce defiantly with each step towards her, none of it mattered. She needed to feel him inside her, at any and all costs. Jack crawled up the bed and hovered over her. She could feel her body prepare for him. The wetness once again made her body come to this moment in time. His piercing blue eyes looked down at her and her heart jump started it’s pace. Her breathing automatically became harder to regulate. She could feel her breasts rise and fall as her chest slaved away at trying to feed her body enough oxygen. Jack leaned down and rested his lips against hers. His mouth parted slightly as the birth of a kiss came into life. She wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him closer. His kiss was firm, yet was full of tenderness. Hid body slowly compressed to hers. She felt the tip of him pressed against her, one slight movement and he would invade her, claim her as his lover. She would burn in hell for the sodomy his devil lips performed on her. She would lose all morality of engaging in such barbaric behavior out of wedlock.This was all so improper, this wasn’t what a lady was supposed to be like. Yet in that moment Mae realized the epiphany that had been lingering in her mind, it was ok for a woman to want and enjoy this, social propriety be damned. She didn’t have to be a lady to be a woman. Her skin flush with passion, felt a surge in a new found confidence. She needed him inside her to complete her metamorphosis. She could taste herself in his kiss. She wasn't supposed to like it, but she found it erotic and hot in a new way. There was a pang of disappointment when Jack’s lips left her’s. A jolt zapped every nerve ending from her nipple to her thighs, when his lips tugged at her nipple. The shock wave woke her to the moment. Mae’s body was alert to every sensation, and as she opened her eyes there were the oceans of blue looking down at her. Her mouth opened and she let out a silent moan as she heard his moan engulf her when he finally pushed inside her. He stayed there, deep inside her, for a moment. He just paused to feel her body stretch and conform around him. There was a relief in finally sliding into her, a temporary reprieve from the endless throbbing Jack had felt from the start. The way her body griped him kept the pulsating throb at bay. The warmth of her was as calming as it was exciting. Inside her he felt so connected to Mae, like he was somehow an extension of her. Their eyes remained locked as they slowly built a rhythm. Each descent into her pull a groan from deep inside Jack. Mae’s very breath shuddered and reverberated at the slow torture of the way he was pulling pleasure from her. Mae took great pleasure in watching Jack’s reactions and hearing his moans. There was a sense of empowerment she had never experienced before today. She was his pleasure, she was the reason he was hard. She wasn’t just a tool she felt how he saw her, he saw Mae. Her body was already tired and deliciously sore from all that she had already experienced, but she needed to feel him. She wanted to be the reason he exploded. She needed that affirmation she was sexy and beautiful, that she was desirable but was more than just an ends to a means. Her body was nearly spent but she needed to experience his release. “I need you now Jack I can’t take much more, just give it to me.” Before Mae could even think to be embarrassed about what she blurted out, Jack had pulled out and grabbed her hips. Before she knew what was happening, Jack’s hands gripped her, lifted her up and flipped her over like a pancake. Mae found herself face down on the mattress when Jack’s hands pulled her hips up enabling Mae to find balance with her knees spread. She felt the heel of hi palm knead her ass. She looks back over her shoulder to see what he is doing , and before she can ask she feels him plunge into her from behind. The sensation was so intense and new. Her head hangs exhausted as she grips the bed sheet and twists it as Jack find a tempo. She had never felt anyone this deep hitting these spots. The sound of their bodies colliding started to fill the room. She could hear how Jack’s breath came in more exerted huffs. The speed and forcefulness of his thrusts grew each time he moved in and out. Mae felt the impact force her forward again and again. Her breasts swung free grazing against the bed sheet. Time lost relevance and she knew was the seismic force of his thrusts and how it rippled through her. Back and forth he pistoned into her. He was close, though it felt like they had been doing this their whole lives. Jack’s breathing was heavy and labored yet he was unrelenting in his force. She felt him slam into her again and heard his grown. Her wish had been granted as he exploded inside her, Mae felt the sonic blast of his release and pumped herself back at him as he finished exploding over and over until he was spent. He held her hips and stayed inside her as they both tried to recover. She felt him grow soft inside her and gently fall from her. Jack pulls off the condom and throws it in the trash basket. Exhausted and sated Mae lays there face down on the bed and hears Jack in the bathroom as the water runs. After a few moments she hears him approach. His fingertips barely touch her as they run up her calf and the back of her thigh. “Mae..honey, can you roll over please.” Exhausted, Mae manages to rolls over and sees Jack all cleaned up and holding a wet wash cloth. He leans down and dutifully washes her up as she was too tired to do it herself. What was with him she wondered. The three other guys were more worried about getting dressed and moving on than to linger around let alone take care of her. Hadn’t she already served her purpose? She knew with Jack that wasn't the case.Jack cleaned her up and tossed the washcloth on the bedside. Mae was astonished as Jack crawled into bed beside her. She instinctively rolled over and rested her head on his chest as she draped her leg over his. There was a new sense of calm, of contentment. She laid there and listened to his heartbeat. She was happy. Jack seemed happy. It all seemed so surreal. The tingle of incredulity gnawed at the back of Jack’s mind that manifested itself verbally. “Is this ever...was this..is this real?” Mae looked up at him, lifting her head off his chest. She let her hand roam over his chest before continuing. “Does it matter? In this moment. it is real to us isn’t it Now give the lady a kiss sweetie, make a girl’s day.” Jack kissed her and they both got one last taste of her pleasure. She nestled her head back onto his chest and she closed her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat gradually calm. Her thoughts slowed as his fingers sailed through her hair like a summer breeze thru the wheat fields.She drifts off to sleep as Jack’s eyes grew heavy with contentment. He breathes her in one more time as the warmth of her soft skin warms him like sunshine thru a window. Jack ‘s eyes grow heavy with peaceful contentment. Feeling her sleeping in his arms was surreal and wonderful. An exhausted smile crosses his face, as sleep overtakes him. The sound of the the film spinning around the reel over and over again was a wake up call. Jake tried to regain his bearings as the rhythmic thumping sounded like a flat tire. Jack takes a long exhale and stretches as the thoughts of the dream he just had collide with getting back to the real world. The scent of sandalwood lingers on his clothes. As he stands, Jack feels a twinge near his neck and shoulder blades. Trying to contort and manipulate his arm and hand, he reaches back to see to where the stinging sensation was. To his surprise he feels scratches on both sides, trailing down his shoulder blades. His mind raced and wondered if that all really happened, and if so, what did the other movies in the trunk entail? |
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Had this story rattling around in my head for past year or so and finally put something togeher. It;s a bit diferent than most of my other stories but wanted to try to challenge myself. Would love any feedback.
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this was awesum..pulled me in and kept me glued to the page..bravo !! woop woop
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You wrote it! it turned out great, JP! loved it and OMG so hot. rawr  can't wait to read more and i literally got chills!
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am so glad you enjoyed wasnt sure how well my thoughts for this story would translate to the story 
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