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I jumped on a train - away. Sat at the bar. Started with Pepsi and ice, moved on to white wine and no one checked my age so I ordered a Malibu. Watched him - the muscles in his forearms. Wiry, solid. A wolf’s grin, and I had wounds needed licking - so that worked for me. No clue that watching a guy spark up would turn me on but, leant against the alley wall, breathing deep the beachy air laced with cigarette smoke - I fell in on myself. We were both beautiful, both delicious. After, when there was blood on the passenger seat of his car - he apologised because, had he known, he said, it would’ve been special.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
The barman
I jumped on a train - away. Sat at the bar. Started with Pepsi and ice, moved on to white wine and no one checked my age so I ordered a Malibu. Watched him - the muscles in his forearms. Wiry, solid. A wolf’s grin, and I had wounds needed licking - so that worked for me. No clue that watching a guy spark up would turn me on but, leant against the alley wall, breathing deep the beachy air laced with cigarette smoke - I fell in on myself. We were both beautiful, both delicious. After, when there was blood on the passenger seat of his car - he apologised because, had he known, he said, it would’ve been special.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
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