MAS Story Writers Blog

And on the seventh day they spooned

Posted in Uncategorized by Jacob Sempler on October 22, 2009

There was a damp and buttery smell of croissants in the room. There were crumbles in the bed, he put one on his tongue and it melted faster than he’d expected. His intentions was to pass the crumble along, as a token of appreciation for the night they just spent. So he kissed every freckle on her body.

/Jacob Sempler

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