Opportunity Knocks

In the midst of asses full of cellulite, dimple-splattered thighs and bikini tops stretched to maximum capacity to support saggy breasts, she stood tall. Water glistened and trickled down smooth suntan-lotioned legs, yet her steps were so delicate that they barely left a footprint in the sodden sand. Her strong, muscled thighs clenched and contracted as she fought with the strong current and when the waves crashed, so did my heart. I knew I had found my queen.

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Saving Grace

When Grace first saw the woman sitting on the bench by the creek, she made her skin crawl.