She longed for the romance of the road. A sexy bike between her thighs. A sexy man… Well… Also between her thighs. Her pining was an empty spot in her belly, a visceral ache in her loins. She lay awake tossing and turning. This life… This settled, sedentary, nine to five life… She thought sheContinue reading “She Flew”
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Finding Freedom
She regarded the little red suitcase as she sat on the platform waiting for the afternoon train. She was pleased to see it had garnered quite a few scuff marks and one prominent dent over the past few days. In her mind, the imperfections did not mar it, but were badges of honor. They wereContinue reading “Finding Freedom”
Natolie Webb 