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Emily Hart
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“What a joy it must be to be nature. Everything you’re supposed to do comes to you effortlessly: swaying, rocking, growing. You don’t have to think about the pressures of societal life. You get to just be a tree. I close my eyes and listen to the relaxing sound of their dry leaves gently crashing into each other.”
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“I’m so relieved when he dips down and runs his tongue across my nipple, palming my other breast forcefully. He’s not being delicate or tender or giving me a second to feel uncomfortable or let my thoughts run wild, he’s putting me on sensory overload. His mouth is hard, biting, sucking my neck when his hand reaches down and cups between my legs. I suck in air, balancing on my toes. “Thank you,” I mutter into his bare shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck. “For what?” His mouth takes my earlobe. His fingers rake along the lips of my sex. “For knowing what I need.”
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“Before I can get up, Heddy clutches my hand, holding me down. She offers, “One thing I learned in my years of internal reflection is that what you fear isn’t usually the big scary thing. It’s just the bug caught in a spiderweb. The invisible stickiness on the outside makes it look bigger. That’s the stuff that’s scary. You’ve got to wade through the cobwebs to clean up the problem.”
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