Dreamer

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
© Oscar Wilde

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"Take me, Harry. Please." She almost cries, ripping my favorite shirt off and baring my chest for her eyes. The sound of the buttons hitting the ground annoys me as I think about having to look for them once we are done with whatever we are going to do.

"Angelica, I don't know... what to do? How do I-,"

"Let me teach you a few things, Harry." She cuts me off pressing her lips against mine and I know that I can't say no to her.

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[WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.]

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