Freckles by Kristopher Triana

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She was alone on the dock, her hair dancing on the night wind like the licks of a torch, and just as red. Her hands were in the water, moving feverishly. I came closer - lurking, aroused. The shroud clung to her like a thin layer of flesh, accentuating the curves of her body. She was pale with a splattering of freckles upon her forearms. I watched them writhe in the lake … [Read more...]