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Dare to Pick a Flower 

The smells were making her a bit disoriented. The wind blew the branches around her, circling her. Or were they moving on their own? She wasn’t sure anymore, everything was hazy. The flower she had picked earlier fell on the ground. Her arms were hanging loosely by her side and suddenly her jacket slid off her arms. Her hair that she had put up now streamed around her shoulders and down her back. A voice whispered to raise her arms. The warm fuzzy feeling took over quieting any objections as she followed the voice’s instructions. Something lifted her shirt. It was flung to the side. Heat began to pool in her lower...

Treat 

Michael pulled the zipper, unpeeling the lacy fabric from a sculpted back that bore a tiny dragonfly tattoo just above the right buttock. Stacy shoved the black garment and her matching G-string to her ankles, stepping out as she turned to face him again.  She now wore only the black headpiece and a charm bracelet with little bats and crescent moons on it.   

Say Hello to Honey Bee 

“Maybe you can bring me some of that famous honey later,” cooed Claude, making a reference that all the local men either knew firsthand or had heard about.   Bee turned smartly and pranced away, giving them an extended opportunity to gaze at her ass in her favorite Wrangler jeans, the pair that had netted her the most whistles and stupefied expressions.    Beatrice liked to be called Honey Bee.  She had a pile of blonde hair that she kept meticulously tousled, like she’d just left a hurried, mid-afternoon tryst in a decent hotel.  A curly lock or two hung just above her left eye, and when her hair was just stiff enough from the perfect amount of product, it would hook under her brow, requiring her to blink charmingly several times before she brushed it away.