Anakin & Ahsoka Part 2
... She awoke the next morning still naked under her master's arm, his hand lightly fondling her small, supple breasts. Anakin himself seemed calm and collected, his attention focused on a nearby window through which the morning sun shone brightly. He seemed to Ahsoka to exude an air of power, his sunlit features so dignified and rugged that she couldn't help but stare in awe and be silently grateful for having been granted the honor - nay privilege - of training under...
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"Snips, what do you think you're doing?" her master Anakin Skywalker inquired impatiently. "What does it look like, Master?" Ahsoka replied, bemused. "I'm preparing to rest. We have a big day tomorrow after all." "I don't think so, Snips." Anakin said, shaking his head. "You will lay with me tonight, so that together we might better commune with the subtle emanations of the Force." Ahsoka paused for a moment to consider this, but then said, "I've never heard of such a...
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Kim and Caitlin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on bagels and reading. Sal strolled in from just showering. ‘What written word are you girls so engrossed in this morning?’ Sal inquired pleasantly. ‘Look at my bum, Caitlin, it’s still red! You are a brute.’ ‘What the hell did you two do to each other last night after I fell asleep?’ Kim snapped, a tinge of jealousy in her voice. ‘And why don’t you put something on?’ ‘Where did you two get...
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August 23, First Entry! The number one thing everyone has told me to do to become a good writer is to read a lot of books. I usually just say fuck that because it just results in unnecessary copying and then you just claim that the writers you read are just an ‘influence’ and that you’re still original. In all actuality, original thought no longer exists. So I prefer to just live my life however and just write the way that comes naturally to me. That way I could just say...
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Marine Sgt. Junio del Mundo peered through his battered binoculars across the bow of the BRP Teresa Magbanua. The sea mist kicked up by the new Philippine Navy cutter stung his face as he stood there, stolidly watching as they drew closer to the wrecked hulk of the BRP Sierra Madre. It’s just a regular supply drop, Jun, he told himself as he ran his scarred, darkly-tanned left hand through the black crewcut taming his otherwise tightly-curled hair and ran that hand down to...
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