Natalie’s Night Out (Part 2)

 

Read part one here, or just jump in here.

She knew he was making his language crude on purpose. He knew that it drove her passion and her shame when he spoke that way.
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Angel on My Shoulder

Stephanie fumbled her keys into the lock, and tripping in the dark she made her way into her apartment.  She was still a little tipsy from her night out.  She dropped her jacket on the floor, letting her shirt follow in short order.  A trail of clothes laid in her wake as she made her way to her bedroom.

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