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His breath is heavily pouring into my mouth. If I could gulp it down and hold it like a strong drag of a cigarette, I would.

The liquor on his lips makes him dangerous. I know I shouldn't have, but I did it again. Another one night stand with a strange man I picked up in a bar. The comfort of sexual pleasure without strings is a high I can't deny myself.

The iris of his gorgeous colored eyes glow as he undresses me, stripping me out of my panties with steady hands. He isn't a drooling mess of a man, not a dog, not to me- not yet, anyway.

But he's eager enough to have his head in a fog. He's desperate enough to let the curdling groans escape his throat without shame as I watch him writher in ecstacy. The veins of his neck bulge more prominently when his eyes roll to the back of his head, diving, digging into me with each skin-tingling thrust.

His skin is sin, but still worth the inevitable heartbreak. No, I mustn't get attached. This is nothing. It means nothing. He is nothing.

His body serenades mine with a smooth grind of his hips. I wrap my fingers beneath the sharp, defined angles of his jaw. Pulling his lips onto mine, savoring each swirl of our tongue massage between the purring, throaty moans we breathe into each other.

Every time he dips his swollen cock inside of me I sigh my exhilaration in his ear. Whispering his name over and over again- mostly so I won't forget it by morning.

"Sweetheart— arghhh, fuck! You're so goood"

He calls me sweet with a low rasp to his voice, sizzling with desire. He isn't rough, in fact, this is the most delicate I've ever been fucked, but I'm not hating it at all.

My fingers tug at the curls of his hair, shortly cropped around the sides, but enough for a handful to yank on top. His Adam's apple bobs with the deep tone he tries to suppress as his body stiffens. He sounds like he's chuckling, building up his climax. His eyes open wide, his jaw slacks as all the air is wiped out of him in a slow, unsteady exhale and he is beautiful.

By morning, I'll want him gone.

By tea time, he'll be forgotten.

But tonight is ours.

And, I'll be damned if he ever forgets about me.

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"Mum will be offended if we chose anyone but her and Aunt Rose for your hair and makeup," Richie comments with a tight smile as if unsure of his input.

The truth is he couldn't care less about the details that make up his wedding. All he wants and needs is Laura. Just him and his bride, committing to one another for the long haul. But, he wants to make her happy, so he's trying.

This is also why he's actually relieved to have a twin sister for once. She and Laura being so close, helps too. So for now, he peaks over their shoulders as they skim through catalogs and online inspiration boards. He oohs and ahhhs in all the right places, until a topic that intrigues him is brought up and he can hardly wipe the smile from his lips.

"So, now you're paying attention, huh? Ya, big pervert!," Charlie giggles, jutting her elbow into his chest, making him grunt and rub the now sore area.

"A man wait all his life for his bachelor party, what of it?," His sniffs, lifting his pointy nose upward confidently. "Besides, you two have no planning to do, in fact, my roommate from university is driving up here to help with that," he winks at Laura, who rolls her eyes with a huff.

She can't stand Richie's ex-roommate for the life of her. She always tried to get along, seeing as how he and Richie have become such great friends, but there is something about the guy that she finds odd. He has a clever way of reading people, picking up on things a normal eye wouldn't. It gives her the creeps.

"Oooh, and do I know him?,"

"Char, you don't want to know him. He's strange and from what I witnessed hanging out in Richie's dorm, he's a pig, too" Laura sheepishly grins at Richie when she let's her opinion slip without realizing it.

"He's an okay guy. But, not for you. I don't need my sister shagging all of my fucking friends"

"Oh, but dear, if they're considered 'fucking friends' then, by all means..,"

"That's NOT what I meant and you know it!" Richie scoots his chair back from the kitchen table, absolutely irritated with his sisters gutter mentality.

"Come off it, Richard! I was only joking," Charlie hollers after him as he walks out of the room. Laura has to slap her hand over her mouth to contain her laughter.

They're all so used to the constant jibes the twins throw back and forth at each other. It's been years on end of the two of them trying to rattle the other, more so on Charlie's part, but hey! It's not like her future spouse just plopped into her immediate family circle. She wasn't as lucky as Richie. She searches for love in all the wrong places, well...she searches for lust, anyway.

"He'll be here any minute. So the two of you— behave!," Richie walks back into the kitchen, his eyes trained on his sisters, as if twin telepathy is a real thing.

He bends to tenderly kiss Laura's cheek, before sitting back down beside her. In his eyes, Laura could do nothing wrong. She's perfect.

"Okay, so what plans have you got so far? Where are we starting this extravaganza?," Charlie happily hums her question just as the doorbell rings.

Richie gets up again to head for the door, but stops to answer her, pointing his finger in her smug face. "Well, for one, you're not coming"

He tries to turn to leave, but Charlie grabs him by is coat lapel, keeping him there. "What do you mean, I'm not invited? How will you party without me, Rich? You'll just sit there all night with a warm drink in your hand, wishing I was there to liven things up!"

"I-uh- That's not true!," he stammers a bit, feeling offended and ridiculed at the same time. A common effect from strenuous conversation with his twin sister. "My friends will all be there and you'll be with Laur-a," the wheels in his head start spinning as he realizes what that could mean.

"I have to get the door," he mumbles before walking away.

If he lets Charlie join in on his bachelor party, sure she might ruin it. But that'll be a small price to pay. If she goes to Laura's bachelorette party she will most definitely ruin that night. Either by drunken babysitting or running off with a stranger or a bar fight or who knows what else! She's capable of mass destruction and that's enough to make him sigh in defeat, coming to terms with the fact that Charlie will most likely be crashing his last night as single man.

The door swings open to reveal the freshly shaven face of his college roommate. A big whoop comes from the mans mouth as he passes the doorway, embracing Richie in a hug.

"Good to see you, man! Ya ready for a wild ride," before Richie can answer, he notices his friends eyes lock on something behind him, or better yet someone.

Sure enough Charlie is standing I the hall with Laura by her side. "Come in, come in. I hope the drive wasn't too bad," Laura invites him into the house after a few awkward seconds of the man simply gawking at Charlie.

Clearing her throat, Charlie moves forward, motioning an introduction, "Where are your manners, Richard?"

"Oh, right," he says unenthusiastically. "This is my sister, Charlie. Charlie this is —,"

"We've met-"

"Pleasure to meet you, darling," Charlie speaks over him before he can finish his thought, winking at him to cooperate.

His fingertips tracing her nipples.

Her legs above his shoulders.

Their drawn out moans, their passion— that spark!

She cringes slightly when she slips her hand into his greeting politely. All the while inside her mind she's screaming. Why did it have to be him?

The insane tension only obvious to the two of them, but the heart knows what it wants. And right now the thumping against his rib cage told him to buckle up.

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It's not the same as it used to be.

I like to sit out here in peaceful solitude and recollect all the gorgeous scenery that's drastically changed with the years. The air is chilling, but really it could just be me.

Feeling around a bit inside of the pockets of my thick thermal robe until I find my phone. "Yes, amor," Her voice is just a slight pitch above a whisper. I hope I didn't wake her from her sleep.

"We're you still napping, darling? I'm sorry... I just get so lonely out here all alone...," I croon, before a light chuckle passes my smirk.

"Freddie...," She says my name and I know that she's rolling her eyes on the other side of the line. "You go there to be alone..,"

"Yes, I know that, dear. But, Papi gets ever so lonely...from time to time...," If I can picture her eye-roll, I know she can envision my pout.

The dial down bungs in my ear and I stuff the phone back into my pocket, realizing she's hung up on me. I sit and stew, feeling neglected for a moment too long. I may as well die of lonesomeness.

"Boo!"

"Ahhhh!,"

I gasp at the cold sensation of Cherie's hands covering my eyes when she creeps up on me. I sputter into a coughing fit, pushing Cherie's hands away as she hurries to sit by my side to rub my back, soothingly.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think you'd— hey, here. Drink this"

I gratefully accept the glass mug from her hands, taking a few deep breaths in to expel the frog in my throat before gulping down the warm liquid. Cherie swings a large wool blanket across my legs and joins me on our bench.

We set up shop here not too long after the whole tour bus uhm, incident. It wasn't long before we settled on spending our evenings here sitting on this bench atop this creaky wooden dock. As she's been pretty ill lately, I've started to spend time here alone. Just me and my thoughts— it's best I get used to getting around like this on my own now.

I was just thinking about that fact, mostly because our children are all out in the world without us. Life's funny that way. You work to earn the perfect life. A successful career of a dream. A wife and children— a family. And all of that dwindles down, eventually.

I mean it in the most melancholy sense.

Work hard, play hard, and never live long enough to forget. That's my motto and I'm sticking to it.

Imagine me. Old? Don't be ridiculous.

"I wasn't sleeping, so you know," Cherie clears the clouds brewing in my mind when she giggles, leaning on me.

"I was on the phone with Charlie. Apparently, there's a huge problem with something she can't say over the phone..."

I sit upright, intrigued. It's been so boring to be do the same things everyday. I missed my children; I wish they'd visit more often.

"Ok. Let's do it—-

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