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		<title>Rose | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Rose</description>
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			<title>Threesome</title>
			<description>We drag you into a dimly lit room, your hands in leathershackles, a mask over your face. I tip you back onto the bed and my girlfriendclimbs on top of you. She hooks the shackles behind the headboard. You lay onyour stomach, and she pulls you to your knees. Unknown to you, she slides on a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/608072/</link>
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			<title>Home Alone</title>
			<description>The running shower hides the sound of the garage dooropening. Steam has filled the small bathroom, making it very difficult to see. Ijump as the door opens unexpectedly and hurry to cover my naked dripping wetbody. When I see that it&amp;rsquo;s just you however I relax and go back to work..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/520463/</link>
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			<title>First Time</title>
			<description>Our trip home is a quiet one. The music plays from yourradio, the only noise in the cab. I sit in the middle seat, my head resting onyour shoulder. You&amp;rsquo;re driving with one hand; your other is around my waist,pulling me close to you. The darkness makes it nearly impossible to see ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/517092/</link>
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			<title>Summer Vacation Fun</title>
			<description>You walk in the house to find it dead silent. The birdschirp in the early morning sun. You walk into my bedroom and find me sprawledon top of the covers. The sun streaming in through my curtains bathes my nakedbody in the warm summer sun. You set your keys on my dresser, drop your coat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/514865/</link>
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			<title>Study Time</title>
			<description>With a frustrated sigh I slam he heavy textbook on thekitchen table. You look at me sympathetically as I rest my head in my hands,rubbing my temples and trying to keep calm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;This makes no sense!&amp;rdquo; I say through clenched teeth. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;stoo much math,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/511214/</link>
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			<title>Under the stars</title>
			<description>A note sits on the table when I open the door to our darkhome. I set down my bags and walk to the kitchen table, my heels clicking onthe tile floor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Meet me in the woods.&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;There is no signature, but I recognize your handwritinginstantly. I glance ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/509647/</link>
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			<title>Impatience</title>
			<description>You have that look in your eye that says &amp;lsquo;I want you&amp;rsquo;. I smile,running a smooth leg up yours to drive you nuts. I lean toward you, and whisperin your ear, &amp;ldquo;You know, I&amp;rsquo;m not wearing anything under this dress...&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;You turn to face me, your eye beg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/503325/</link>
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			<title>Forceful awakening</title>
			<description>Silent as a cat stalking its prey, I move across the roomtoward your sleeping form. Your clothes lay scattered on the floor and I sighmentally knowing that I&amp;rsquo;ll have to iron out the wrinkles, but I shove thatthought aside. Now is not the time to be thinking of mundane chores. The..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/496507/</link>
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			<title>Healing</title>
			<description>A reflection of my not-so-happy past</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/475763/</link>
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			<title>A Confession Of Sorts</title>
			<description>A reflection of my not-so-happy past</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/475762/</link>
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			<title>Shower</title>
			<description>I hear the shower start and I wait a few minutes before stripping, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, and slowly easing the door of the bathroom open. You don&amp;rsquo;t notice me come in, because your back is turned. I silently slip into the shower behind you and wrap my arms around your soaki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473290/</link>
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			<title>Power Outage</title>
			<description>I walk in late after a long day of work to find the house dark and quiet. You told me you&amp;rsquo;d be out with some friends, which was fine with me. I flip on the light switch. Nothing.&amp;lsquo;Damn power is out again,&amp;rsquo; I think to myself.I drop my purse onto the side table and slip my coa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473289/</link>
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			<title>Blindfolded and Bound</title>
			<description>A blindfold keeps me from seeing your gorgeous body. The bonds at my wrists keep my arms pinned above my head. The ones at my ankles spread my legs wide. I cannot move. Not that I&amp;rsquo;d want to though. The air is cool on my bare flesh, sending wave after wave of goose bumps over me. Your lips are ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473288/</link>
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			<title>Roleplay</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s late in the evening when you walk in the door, hang up your coat and kick off your shoes, tired from a long day at work. Thankfully today is a Friday, so you can relax tomorrow and sleep in. You call out my name and when I don&amp;rsquo;t respond you figure I&amp;rsquo;ve gone to bed early. So, y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473287/</link>
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			<title>Unnoticed Absence</title>
			<description>You push me up against the hallway wall roughly, your lips searching for mine, hungry for my kiss. From down the hall, we can hear the sounds of the elegant party taking place. Hopefully they wont notice our absence. Your one hand is tangled in my hair, pulling it slightly, the other cupping the sid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473286/</link>
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			<title>The After Party</title>
			<description>I trail my fingers lightly up your thigh, almost to your crotch before working my way back to your knee. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel and your jaw clenches.&amp;quot;Baby, I'm driving,&amp;quot; you say. Your voice sounds strained.&amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I reply lightly, a smirk on my red li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473283/</link>
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			<title>Morning Fun</title>
			<description>My eyes open, squinting in the harsh sunlight filtering in through the open drapes. I groan and close them, hoping sleep will return to me, but sadly it doesn't. I roll onto my tummy, grunting as my body protests fiercely. You snore slightly and snuggle closer to me, wrapping your arms around me. Yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wiccan-willow/473281/</link>
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			<title>After School Activities</title>
			<description>The final bell sounds through the silent school, releasing us from our long day of lectures. I pack up my books and hoist my bag over my shoulder. The halls are crowded with fellow students eager to start their weekends. Finally I reach my locker and slowly pack my backpack, not anxious to go home. ..</description>
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