Angels

From Andrew Smith:

That Ed Sheeran song.

The one about crack.

About the angel.

I sat in the parking lot of the public library... the dark, damp garage

And I cried.

I was the strange man who'd left my scent, who'd achieved a release

I was on top of her

And then I was not

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The Dog was on the Bed

From Andrew Smith:

Her small, energetic dog -- a Corgi -- jumped on the bed.

He was always kind to the dogs, though he wasn't much of a dog fan.

This dog wasn't so bad, and usually stayed off the bed.

But, there he was.

And then he saw it. A pool of his recently released semen. Still warm. On the red comforter that covered her bed.

And the dog saw it.

And then proceeded to lick it all up.

He smiled a crooked smile, thinking about how it was pretty disgusting that the dog had done that.

She was in the bathroom, no doubt cleaning the rest of his semen from her back and ass.

He always welcomed their time together. Even with the dogs.

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Andrew Smith at the Beach

A new story from Andrew Smith takes us to the beach:

She wore a simple, black, one piece suit. 

 

She was not tall... but well-proportioned... in fact, her breasts were rather large and exceptional... round and firm and perky.

 

He wore a white shirt and solid blue trunks.

 

This was the second day they'd been in Cancun.

 

It was the ultimate escape for both of them.

 

Each one married ... to someone else.

 

Away on business. She was, after all, his staff assistant. Or, that's what she told people.  And he'd introduced her as such to those who came to the office.

 

He was in awe of the intensity with which he desired her. From the first meeting to the time she showed up in a fuzzy green sweater and short skirt.

 

He could not control how badly he wanted her

 

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