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Short story: <i>Afternoon Delight</i>



There was something about her; wild, lawless, smoldering.

Something in her eyes, a come-hither dip into fiery pleasures. Something sensual yet elegant, something rebellious. As though she dismisses carelessly those who come to court her, even when her eyes are saying yes.

There is an insolence to the dip of her shoulder, the twist of her arm, the hint of cleavage bursting out from under her dress. Her ankles taunt the watcher. She is secured in place by an arm, hairy and muscular. The face belonging to the arm dips in stubble jawed excitement into her neck.

Mary Jane hoikes her tracksuit pants back up her waist where they had settled below the fat. Yup, that girl on the book looks like a goer. That man groping her looked a bit of a gorilla, but that girly looked like she would wreak a havoc or two, that's for sure. Mary Jane sucked spit through her teeth and lit a new cigarette. She opened up her new bodice ripper, and the girl on the front smoldered her face into Mary Jane's crotch.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were carelessly, rebellious, insolence, lawless, and elegant.

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