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Black
I open my eyes. Everything is black. I blink. Still black. I reach out, tentatively, hoping to discover again her curved, comforting, sleepy and sensual form, ready to cosy up to her, just as I normally do on waking. But … Continue reading →
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Tagged bittersweet, Black, Freedom, fridayflash, Regime, Trust
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