OneWord - Oven

Ouch. Tough word. You wait to click, then a word pops up. Sixty seconds to write something. That's the prompt over at OneWord. Here goes nothing...

Her desire fired like an oven, a box of heat she wore without shame. Flipping her hair and crossing and uncrossing her legs, she craved the attentions of the boys that dared look at her undulations and teases. She’d dip a finger into her wine, trace her lips with it. When her lover returned with the check, the boys faces fell. Her lover noticed, smiled a sly smile, and wagged a playful finger at her…

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Linnnn said…
Bad girl!

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