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Claimed

The thing about ambiguous emojis are the endless possibilities for interpretation. I’d been given a choice; a text message without context, forcing a decision from me. “Box A or Box B?” I doubted how much choice I actually had; who’s … Continue reading

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Park Lane – The Monopoly Missions

His fingertips are so cold they make me gasp. Working their way in between my thighs, lifting my skirt until it’s indecent. The chilly evening air stings my bare skin. He stands directly in front of me, effectively blocking those … Continue reading

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Hotel in Mayfair – The Monopoly Missions

He assures me the staff are familiar with these kinds of illicit encounters. Their discretion can be counted on. The blind eyes they turn as they pass our table, the very obvious way they signal their approach from some distance, … Continue reading

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Trick or Treat

It’s my Halloween treat; bright and shiny, thick red blood. Her blood. Collected inside, flowing into the cup which is full nearly to the top. She’s saved especially for me. Fulfilling a promise made weeks prior in Berlin; the idea … Continue reading

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