Jonathon caught a stream of the sticky cream running down my pinky with his finger. My skin tingled at his touch. Fiction by A.M. Yehuda.
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Fiction
Jonathon caught a stream of the sticky cream running down my pinky with his finger. My skin tingled at his touch. Fiction by A.M. Yehuda.
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As a teenager I read an article in Cosmo about how guys with stubble like the red they can bring to a woman’s cheeks during kissing: It’s a she’s-so-tender-I’m-so-tough type of thing. The first time I saw a Chasid, his beard looked vaguely terrifying. I’ve always hated beards, macho like my Dad’s, like Hulk...
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I Love You, Brother.
You’re a part of me, and I can’t let go. My heart hurts that yours is broken. I watch you twist and turn and I feel knotted up inside. I see you blink back tears, and my own eyes sting. I smile when you smile, brother.
Because I do care and I...
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Last week He had pinched her butt as He said it. It was supposed to be sort of playful. The mood was light and she said it too. She still wondered if she meant it, but it didn’t…