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Sebastian Nox
10/26/2018 01:20:05 pm
The sky darkened. A collective sigh from the crowd greeted the eclipse of the sun. Miriam thought it a sensual moan, as if each woman present orgasmed, at the precise moment the sun blotted out. Perhaps they did. She didn't know what to expect. The air charged, ozone pronounced. Her breasts full, heavy, as the charged air she breathed in. The prophets of old and new declared it the Rapture. Miriam didn't think it was the coming of a savoir. Quite the opposite. Against all advice NOT to gaze at the blackened sun, Miriam looked up..
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Mark A Morris
10/26/2018 01:24:07 pm
I looked over my shoulder and there were five of us now. Every few steps, we picked up another one, more women joining with us to confront the men. Each one of them began as strangers, their clothes the clothes of the street, each one shrugging them off to reveal their cowls of servility. Another street, and we were fifty, outliers of our forces burgeoning sideways, extending along the cross-streets, attracting yet more women to join with us. Another block, and we were two hundred, the murmurings of our voices gaining confidence as we matched our steps with one another, our feet and our breaths synchronised.
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